Self-esteem.

Thought I got through all this stuff. Thought I became stronger in spite of the bullets colliding with my brain. But here I am now, wondering if I'm doing it right, if this is what I'm supposed to do. Guess things were easier when dreams were dreams, when I didn't have the opportunity to turn them into reality. I'm trying really hard to ignore the obnoxious thoughts that keep reminding me the fact that I'm not as good as I believed. The world is helping me getting my feet on the ground, I suppose.

How I wish reality were less harsh.