2 or 3 Things I Know About Her (1967)

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2 or 3 Things I Know About Her (1967)
pls tell me im not the only one
Some nights I just feel really unworthy. And that shit hurts.
Normal People (2020-)
Today I am having a really hard time not comparing myself to others and feeling behind in life. I keep having such negative thoughts on my future. I shouldn't dwell, but it's fucking hard. I set these time limits to complete either my tasks or goals and when I come short, I feel so defeated. My worth is constantly measured by what I do in life and how it equates to my happiness. And I keep questioning whether I'm genuinely happy. I can already feel that my emotions are being too much for those around me. I am scared because I feel like it will never be enough and I don't want to continue to live life like that. My heart just hurts so much and I don't know where to put these feelings.
Why do parents find it okay to argue and fight in front of their children? Except I'm not a child. I'm an adult who chooses not to be involved in their problems. I honestly don't care. You chose to hurt each other and in terms fucked up my brother and me. I'm reliving my trauma 10 years ago. It's hard not to project that my failures in relationships and committing to others stem from my parents. I can't be with anyone without feeling like I'm constantly trying to seek love that was not given to me. It feels artificial.
Iām doing that again.
Disassociating from my own problems. Assuming and believing that these negative thoughts are real. Feeling like Iām intruding and being too much. I donāt want to be a burden.
The value of who you are is your presence, not what you do.
There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you canāt pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
Where It Hurts, Lang Leav
Like Crazy (2011) x Nevertheless (2021)
You can look at someone and think āI can see it in their eyes that their heart is for someone elseā. I wonder if they noticed in mine that itās just picking up pieces that others leave behind.
āI feel weird because it feels like Iām not actually part of your life.ā
Bad things at time happen to good people.
I really canāt take a break and have time to think. It just leads to overthinking and spirals with my own emotions.
Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.
ā Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters