I'm not a strong person. I'm actually the complete opposite.   I'm unstable... I get discouraged by the littlest of things. I'm weak...plain and weak.   I can never make up my mind. I can never stick to a plan. I'm afraid of people.   I'm afraid of this world. My mind is messed up.   Whenever I start to get comfortable,  I get scared because.  I feel like I'm not supposed to get comfortable.   I feel like things will go wrong.   I feel like I'll screw everything up.   I can never get to where I want to go.   I mean how can anyone believe in me  if I don't even believe in myself?   My own parents don't even think I'll make it in this world.   The only thing they can manage to tell me everyday  is not to quit or fail... because that's all I've ever done in their minds.   I don't know where to start.   I haven't given up yet,  but I also haven't really gotten anywhere.   Whenever I really think about it,  I wonder why do I exist.   I'm practically useless.  What am I even doing?   Trying to make it in this place... when I know I'm not even meant to be here. How did I let myself. End up this way?