Emotionless, I slip into the crack.
Hallucinating, there’s no turning back."
It’s fucking hard for me to accept compliments. It’s hard for me to get into the mentality that I’m good enough, I’m pretty enough, I’m strong enough.
I don’t feel that I am. Ever.
You can tell me I am, but I won’t believe you. I’ll shy away into a corner and lock myself inside and hide. It’s hard.
I still don’t believe that I got promoted because they think I’m good. They obviously didn’t think that last year. What if I suck? What if promoting me was a mistake?
I don’t want to fail. I don’t want them to thing that moving me up was a mistake.
I want to be good enough.
But I’m not.