I am my own worst enemy

I am my own worst enemy. 

I get in my own way. 

Complicated is my middle name. 

I strip myself of any ounce of happiness, all in the name of self sabotage. 

It’s like I don’t value my own happiness yet I’m willing to move mountains for others.  

Mad wild.  

Why is it easy to make to others happy, yet fall short in my own pursuit of happiness. 

I wallow in my sadness.  

Sadness is my drug of choice.  

Nothing more pathetic than to avoid taking risks and seeking happiness.  

Why is it so hard? 

Why am I filled with guilt about wanting to be happy.  

Brainwashing is mad real. 

Need to rehab ASAP. 

I don’t know if there’s hope for me though. 

Only time will tell.