No matter how far I go or how deep I get into isolation, I somehow still end up surrounded by people who make me feel worthless.
And that is the truth.
Q is constantly in the heart of inadequate. It doesn't matter where I am, people make me feel inadequate. worthless.
That's possibly how I truly feel about myself. At least that's what a shrink would say. Those toads are trained frauds with scripts I can recite in my sleep.
Head Space is a safe, dangerous place. I've just realised that worthlessness feels much worse than being suicidal.
As always, grateful for still being able to feel... feelings.