“We’re tired of being told we’re not good enough. We’re tired of doing mindless work that only adds stress to our lives. We’re tired of feeling unworthy just because we fail to meet the expectations of the A+ poster child.”
I always loved school. I obsessed over good grades, but more often than not, they came easily to me. The struggle was always everything else. School was always the one place where I wasn’t a failure. Where no one ever told me I wasn’t good enough.
He said that nothing was my fault. He named all of the things that he did wrong. I never had to tell him. I don’t know whether that made me feel better or worse.
– Post-break-up analysis, from one of my old blogs
Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want by Weezer originally by The Smiths (posted by mialegria)
"He said that nothing was my fault. He named all of the things that he did wrong. I never had to tell him. I don’t know whether that made me feel better or worse."