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ALT― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
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Life Update ~ 04-13-2022
I’m so tired, emotionally and mentally. I feel like I continue trying to do my absolute best for people and nothing been good enough. I continue to receive everyone’s anger or distaste no matter what I do. Even if their anger isn’t directed towards me, I’m continuing to be lashed out at indirectly. I’m so confused. From small stark comments, to full on rage. I don’t understand why nothing I do is alright or enough. I’m beginning to not want to move. From not wanting to make art, to not wanting to do my job, to not wanting to speak or look at anyone. I’m so vastly confused. I’m trying to exist and what I’m doing isn’t okay or right.
I don’t understand how I’m suppose to continue on happily when I’m feeling chain after chain being connected to my being and anchoring me to the ground. Why am I not enough? Why is everything I’m doing so wrong?
I feel like I’ve had growth and more self awareness and yet everything is being thrown back at me like nothing I’ve done has been sufficient. I’m tired. So fucking tired.
