I am once again frustrated with myself. There are only a few things that I actually like to do, only a few things that make me happy but even then, frustrations still seem to overwhelm me. There will always be someone better, someone who is good enough, someone who reaches the standards and I will always be second best. Or third. Or fourth. Or 1000000th. I don't dream big. I just want to attain self-fulfillment and happiness.
I'm tired of faking happiness and forcing smiles and striving to be better. Things just don't lighten up for me like they do to some lucky ones.
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