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I keep telling myself that I am worth it, that one day someone will see that too. But the truth is it’s just a lie.
I feel like I am killing myself in a new and foreign way. Part of me wants to give up, part of me wants to keep going until everything is done. Been back for so long now and what? Nothing. Fuck.
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Mashable, 92Y and the UN Foundation are excited to get day three of the annual Social Good Summit underway. Day two featured Elie Wiesel, Geena Davis, Lance Armstrong, Mandy Moore, Serena Williams and Randi Zuckerberg, among other moving speakers. As UN Week continues in New York, we ca…
There will be a birthday party for me this weekend … and my mates may not be there. It seems to have evolved into a party for others who I don’t know and I don’t even know the details. Blah. Not going to lie, not overly thrilled right now. Feeling a bit awkward. Well, at least my birthday is over now.
My own parents cannot handle my presence. How am I supposed to believe anyone else can? I’m back and I clearly remember why I wanted to leave so badly when I was 15, why I did when I was 17. But then I look at my dad and remember why I came back. But me coming back, yeah, that’s killing him now. Literally.
I feel like such a loser, I can’t seem to get anything right. I know what I need to do but I cannot seem to do it. And I have no one to blame here but myself. So why can I not do this? So scared of failing that I am not even trying; what kind of logic is that?
Superman in Britain (comic) →