I'm having a stint of "I-suck-and-am-ugly-I'm-not-getting-better-and-I'm-scared-to-be-better-so-what-the-hell-am-I-doing?" awfulness. I know all sorts of things (about my being good and enough) that I can't make myself believe. I tried to blow off the ugliness by spucking with some photos... it distracted me, but the photos don't seem to help now. Dixie died, and Tracy died, and Sara's getting better, but I think I'm getting worse.
What. the hell. do I have to do? I try so fucking hard......