Saturday, March 01, 2014 12:15 PM
can't help but feel that i'm just an awful failure at life. what sort of person must one be that her own father wishes she was never born? what sort of person must she be that when looking for comfort, her own sister will much rather be jealous of her clothes? just what is it about her that makes her rejected and unloved?
nothing she does will ever be enough. it's just like how she never gives mosquitoes a chance. they just die. maybe that's how the world works. if you never give others a chance, you will never be given one either. or maybe it's bidirectional - because you were never given a chance, so you will never give others one. causality has always been a tough nut. but at least one thing is for sure, development only goes one way. parenting has and always will be stable, so really i need to cling onto that and know that no, it isn't me.