For as long as I can remember I’ve always felt out of place. I haven’t had real peace , ever. Whenever I speak it doesn’t feel important, I feel like I annoy people with my presence. I’m always either sick or having a mental breakdown. On those days I can pick myself up i try to work on self improvement. In all reality, Im a monster. I can be rude , I have a bad temper, I can be entitled and all I’ve ever wanted was to be better. I have people close to me but I feel as if they’re only tolerating me because they feel bad or something. My father is a narcissist and my mother is an anxious mess with a tact for judging people. I feel like I’m a horrible mix of them both. On top of all this, I’m “conventionally attractive” so I never know when someone is lying to me when I try to get advice.

I just wanted to get this off my chest.