Why do I feel like I am never enough? Why do I feel that no matter what I do, I always get burned?
Why do I feel undeserving of happiness, yet when I feel depressed, I believe I have no right to feel that either?
I have a good family, I have good friends, I have good people in my life now — and yet I still feel this way.
There will always be someone better. There will always be someone prettier. There will always be someone smarter. There will always be someone else who has it worse. There will always be somebody else.
So why do I even try?