I am worried about you
I am worried about you sometimes. Aren’t you too busy? Are you able to carry all those people? Please try to slow down. I really like you.
I am worried about you sometimes. Aren’t you too busy? Are you able to carry all those people? Please try to slow down. I really like you.
Why is there nowhere a place for me. At my work. My coworkers.. my manager is kind to me. But.. why am i not allowed to exist. I just want to do my job. I just fear to make mistakes and do the best i can. But i can not do it all. But if i do this, then i should’ve be doing that. Its never good. If i do this, then everyone suddenly want to do this, while there is enough other work.
I wonder if anyone thinks of me. If there is someone who is ever wondering how i am doing. If someone writes down a letter for me. I wonder if i am ever that important to anyone.
I am so stupid. I am so dumb. I hate myself. I hate that i talk to people who are wrong for me. How i give my knowledge away. How people can use me and i always see it too late. How i am always the used one. I HATE MYSELF. WHY AM I BORN. To be this stupid. This useless for myself. Such a pathetic one. And people see it and use me and throw my shell away. They laugh about my stupidity and creeping around me like wolves. I am so scared. Do everything to hide but it won’t work out.