I’m selfish, conceited, bitchy, bipolar.. I have no talents or marketable skills, I can’t stay out of trouble even when I try, nobody depends on me; my “friends” are smarter than that. I pick up the pieces for everyone else because they know I will but they never help me out. I complain about my life all the time. I make plans I never put into action. I make people feel awkward and sad.I hate myself. I’m always late. I’m not very pretty or interesting. I headbutt the fool in the mirror. I drag behind in every aspect of life.
All I can do properly is comfort people. Every time someone is upset they just come to my house and I take care of them…. So maybe I’m not MEANT to be happy for myself, maybe I was born to be the safety net other people fall on… Or maybe I can start again and re-invent myself?
I’m not just saying this out of some kind of sick, brattish self-obsession but it doesn’t matter because it’s probably just because I’m off my meds…
