It happens to me. So many times… And today is an example.
I’m like, very shocked about it, because I swear that, with what I did today, I’ve never felt so useless like now. The thing is: This one wasn’t a good week at all, but I keep thinking that it can get better. Maybe that’s why I can’t cry, I really feel like it, I want it but I can’t and that makes me angrier.
I’m very disappointed about myself, and all I want to do is dissapear, even for a while. Because I think that I’m the leftover material here. No one needs me, or care about me. And when I have the chance to do something right I screw it up. I don’t know how I’m gonna fix all this, but I hope it gets better soon. I can’t live with the blame always on my mind