Then write something, yeah it might be
Worthless
Then paint something, and it might be
Wordless
-Twenty one Pilots, Kitchen Sink

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Then write something, yeah it might be
Worthless
Then paint something, and it might be
Wordless
-Twenty one Pilots, Kitchen Sink
And it’s like everything I do is wrong.
It’s like a broken record in my mind
You are not enough.
You will never be enough.
You are useless
You will always fuck up.
It’s always your fault.
No one will ever truly love you.
You will die alone.
"There must be some lofty, god-like place from which all people could be judged alike, not pitted against each other, as in some lifelong hockery metch, but seen noisily jostling together in all their glorious imperfection. If such a place existes, she was not worthy of it"
- McEWAN, Ian - Atonement