How is it mathematically possible for me to be WRONG all of the time? There must be some statistical way for me to be occasionally correct.
Then again, I am quite likely wrong about that as well.
Despite how hard I try to please everyone; nobody is ever happy. I haven’t done enough or it hasn’t been completed fast enough or with the proper degree of accuracy.
It’s driving me MAD!!
There is a choir of voices both inside and outside of my head that are constantly pounding away at my inadequacies. The list of who I am NOT is endless! I feel as though I’ve been run over by a tractor. Flattened and left to be picked upon by hungry greedy birds.
I’ve been cast out of society – I don’t fit in no matter how hard I try. I would cry but I have run dry of tears. If I didn’t care, then life would be simpler.