I’m tired of hating myself and second guessing everything I say like my whole life is a movie. I’m an awful person and everyone would be so much better off without me. I’m an awful daughter, mother and wife despite always trying so hard. If I wasn’t here my husband could meet a normal person - he’s even said he should take the children because I’m mad like my mother and I’m ruining them. I am. It’s true. I’m such a massive try hard and I put so much energy in but I’m still awful. I’m very black white, I’m either ecstatic or the world is ending and I can’t hide it. It’s exhausting.