I’m a fuck up, it’s just that plain and simple and I really see no way around it. I don’t even remember the last time I looked at something meaningful in my life and thought “Yeah, I am proud of that”. And I like to think I’m not giving it all, I like to think that I’m a slacker that there is this some sort of weird hidden potential within me that would allow me to actually be something other than a useless piece of garbage but the more I try the more it feels like that isn’t the case.
Everytime I try just a bit more, find it isn’t enough and tell myself in my own head even louder “No, this isn’t your all, it can’t be your all you’re just fucking lazy and stupid.”
But I’m afraid to actually give it my all, the idea that I did all I had and fucked up, then what? I’m not enough, I did everything I could and fucked up, I’m worthless. Look at all those people giving it their all, getting to NASA, winning Nobel prizes and shit, am I really that much of a fuckup that I, not even asking that, can’t reach a life of content and normalcy? I’ve given up dreaming big, I’ve accepted dreaming big is for the people who are actually competent. I don’t wanna look at my life and say “This is the fucking best ever.”
I just want to feel happy. To at least for a moment look at everything and say “This is ok, I am happy, I am content.”