This is so true. I am my own worst enemy. My mom tells me I always have pity parties, but in reality, I don't think other people are against me, it's just me against myself. And lemme tell ya, it sucks.
Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would never let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him. - F. Scott Fitzgerald