I don’t sympathize
with myself when I don’t get
a bit of work done.
I punish myself
with negative thoughts and hate
what I have become.
Moving back in with my parents last week has been incredibly hard to adjust to.
I have barely had a few moments alone besides late at night when everyone is sleeping and therefore haven’t been getting enough good sleep.
Worst thing: I have been paralyzed, feeling like I don’t have a thing to say, feeling like I am failing myself over and over again every day that I don’t reach toward my goals.
It makes me feel crazy.
How can I feel like I have nothing to say?
I have everything to say, I am just scared to say anything; I am just scared of everything.
Just start, just start, just start.
I have no sympathy for myself when the only thing that’s holding me back is me.