FTS

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times.

I’m just about the most fucking insecure person you can ever meet. And I really don’t need anyone further undermining what little bit of self confidence I have.

I’m fucking aware of my own damn shortcomings, thank you very much.

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Debbie Downer

Dealing with negativity exhausts me.
Dealing with people who always act like they know it all exhausts me.
Dealing with people who need constant reassurance exhausts me.
Dealing with people who always have some drama of some sorts exhausts me.

Basically, dealing with someone who is a lot like me exhausts me.

I don’t want or need this. I get plenty of this shit from myself, thank you very much.

Forcing myself to deal with someone like that will just means I’m burning myself out for no good reason.

I’m already feeling burnt. I don’t want anymore of this nonsense. There’s a reason why I like to be with people who aren’t Debbie Downers all the freaking time. I don’t have a huge reserve of positivity to dole out to every random Tom, Dick, or Harry. I’d rather just keep that tiny reserve for myself because I’m selfish like that.

If you expect a motivational coach in me 24/7, you’re gonna have a bad time.

Late

I hate being late to important things. Especially if it isn’t my fault to begin with.

The feeling of helplessness and frustration kills me. Yet, here I am, unable to do a damn thing about it.

Seems to be a rather regular occurrence nowadays. Unfortunately.

Oh Murphy’s Law, why do you have to be such a bitch?