I feel lonely, worthless and stupid to say the least.
My insecurities are too many to count
And they all collaborate to agressively feast.
On my confidence,
the little grain of it I had.
My poor brain's filled with self criticism
and it makes me so mad.
Because all of it is well and true,
I really am a disaster.
A born procrastinator with no idea of the future she is after.
I wish I knew what i was doing,
Wish I had a plan.
But i guess life's unpredictable anyway,
So I'll just do what i can.


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