The tough times come and go, I feel overwhelmed, lost, terrified, angry, ashamed and silly, and other times I feel okay, okay enough to handle things. I feel okay enough to work, to make food, to eat, to sleep, to do life… and then other times simply thinking about food is too much. Other times I can take on anything, I can do anything, I can be whoever I want to be, I can achieve whatever I want to achieve, and then BAM; life reminds me that I can’t actually do anything, that everything sucks, that I’m worthless, that there’s no point trying and that I have skills and talent simply made for mocking myself. I’m intelligent, I can do things, I have skills… but what’s the point when I’m actually a rubbish human? I’m a waste of space, there’s nothing that I can do that would ever make me feel better. Nothing will ever be enough for anyone, and I won’t ever be enough for me. No matter how hard I try I will always find a way to fall back down. It’s nobody’s fault but mine.