a list of [extremely kind] things people have said about me this year

> “you know, Kobe Bryant would be very proud of what you’re saying.”

> “oh, whoa, been putting on a little muscle, eh? can feel it in the arms.”

> “dude, you’re honestly one of the smarter people I know. smarter than a lot of people. you just don’t give yourself enough credit.”

> “hott”

> “oh my fucking mustache, fuck me”

> “aye hey, nice jacket my man!”

> “you’re very meticulous; it doesn’t have to be perfect.”

> “oh it’s been wonderful. it’s nice to work with someone that listens and does it how I want it done.”

ok. yes. nice. very kind. much appreciated.

alas, why do I feel like such a dirtbag? why do I feel like everything I do is not good enough? nothing is every enough. nothing is every good enough. I can try and try and try and try and try and try and try and it’s just not every going to amount anything. because, simply put, I am a loser. I have always been a loser, and no matter hard I work, no matter how smart or confident or mamba mentality or savvy or intellectual or stylish or charismatic, it will simply not be enough. I will merely continue to lose.