I give up.

I’ll just do what I can, but I can’t keep hoping anything will change. No one will ever find me good enough.

I’m broken, and I don’t know how to put myself together. I can’t get anything to go my way. Not in work, not in love, not in social aspects.

I’m just me. No one of note. No one special. I haven’t figured out how to overcome my odds yet. But I know that if someone tells me they love me, they’re lying. I know better than to believe that nonsense.