I have name changed. I feel ashamed of my feelings.
On the face of it I shouldn't feel bad at all. Inside, at rapid speed, I feel in the depths of despair. Anger and frustration at silly things which I have let get to me and take over the steadiness of who I am. I don't know who I am anymore. I feel I have failed at so much, yet no big event just thing around me. I'm not a patient person. The kindness that my friends describe me as having makes me feel a fraud because I'm not kind. I'm intensely dislikeable. I am annoyed by the smallest of things.
I never wanted to be this sort of person and I don't know why it's all gone wrong 