I can't just stop. Nothing I do will ever be able to stop. I can't stop being sad, or anxious, or nice, or worried, or scared. I can't just stop doing those things or being the way I am suddenly. I won't be able to say things without hurting someone. I can't always be in control or know everything. My body will never be perfect. I can't stop the numbness it just comes back. And letting people help hurts them but not letting them help hurts them too. I'm terrified of telling people things because they'll stress over it. Its better just to not say anything than to hurt people. Inevitably I'm going to hurt everyone I interact with. I can't help it. Because... I don't know. It's just what happens. And whenever I think I'm doing better and actually doing something right for once its not good enough. It's not the right thing apparently and then I get told over and over how disappointed and mad I made people.
I'm supposed to be the nice, happy person who knows what she's doing.
But I'm not. I'm not all that nice, I'm not happy, I have no idea what I'm doing.
And I can't just give up or stop trying because then people will be disappointed and mad.
I'm trying I really really am. But it's never enough so what does it matter.