Britney

I feel like an inadequate student and an inadequate girlfriend—a person who was told they were special all their life and ended up achieving mediocrity. I disappoint myself every day.

People say that I am committing the crime of creating self-fulfilling prophecies by telling myself negative messages that pull down any chances of my doing well or being a better person. I’ve always considered myself to be a realist, but I can’t help but think that I’m playing a part in bringing myself down, that I’m creating some kind of weight and chaining it to my thoughts. I’ll figure it out. ♦