I am a horrible person.

I don't know shit about priorities.
I don't know shit about spreading my good qualities.
I only know how to devote myself to one thing, and neglect all others.
I don't know shit about being a good sister.
I don't know shit about being a good person.
I don't know shit about letting people be.
I am too concerned with satisfying others.
I am too concerned with myself.

I am full of shit. I am not worth knowing. Why does anyone put hope in me? Why does everyone tell me to fucking try, because when i fuckin try...i fail at something.

I guess that no up comes without a down, but where there's a down, there are people depending on you...

And that's where I fail. I fail when I succeed. No matter what. Somewhere, I am failing.

I'm fuckin sad.

I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that if I want to be happy, it will make you suffer. And if I do what you want, I will suffer in turn. And that's always the case. Because we're all selfish. All of us.