Too emotional. Too unstable. Too unbalanced. Too quiet. Too loud. Too resentful. Too sarcastic. Too bitter. Too tired. Too motivated. Too angry. Too grumpy. Too depressed. Too attached. Too cold. Too concerned. Too distant. Too self-involved. Too nosey. Too stupid. Too smart. Too selfish. Too selfless. Too easily amused. Too easily irritated. Too out of it. Too proud. Too unimportant.

Not spontaneous enough. Not fun enough. Not happy enough. Not interesting enough. Not sane enough. Not good enough.

I'm too me. I'm too everything, I'm not enough of anything. I don't understand anything anymore it seems. Or perhaps I understand it, but I can't explain it. I sense but cannot comprehend. I don't know. I'm starting to feel the self-loathing build up, or at least some self-resentment. It's like one half of me is yelling at myself, reading off a list of faults and flaws. I'm telling myself to shape up, to get better, to be better, to be someone worthy of something. And I feel like I'm not, like I can't. I keep on trying, but everytime I think I get somewhere I just fall back and have to start all over.

It comes and goes. I'll be fine for days, weeks, months... And then everything comes crashing down. It seems that the crashes are coming more often and closer together. It worries me. I worry me.