Shrug it off, Mikey. Shrug it off.
I should not be questioning myself like I am. I'm supposed to be unwavering; like an indestructible wall. I don't know why I'm so easily wounded. How long can I keep saying this to myself before I break? I'm confident in my abilities to withstand the barrage. I should look at it as a test, because I'm better than it. Even though I say this, I'm still lost out at sea with a broken compass.
I'm dumb. I'm stupid. I'm hopeless. I'm retarded. Maybe they are right.
It's hard being an adult.
I really have been gone from Connecticut for a long time.
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