"Cause it's broken , broken, something got broken..."

I'm really thankful that so many people are helping me look out for job opportunities and competitions.

I want to join them all. I like to stretch myself so thin and feel satisfied and exhausted at the end of the day.

But. There's a but. I don't feel that way. I get annoyed with myself for not being more capable.

I really think I suck. Like fucking suck.

The more I look at my work.

The more I hate it.

I fucking hate myself for the fact that I motherfucking  produce work like shit.

I feel so restricted. 

I don't like this feeling.

Maybe it's the fucking period cramps getting to my head.

Oh God, send me someone to make me happy.