If you really knew me you'd know......

That I get so mad at myself for not being able to stick with something and complete it.

I'm really mean to myself about how I look, how I don't take care of myself but yet I do nothing about it.

I get mad at myself for playing the victim

I have been hurt by both of my parents

I am not real with anyone except my husband-- I'm even starting to change with my son. 

I'm afraid of not living a full life.

I'm horribly afraid of dying. 

I am obsessed with accidents, death and the unknown. 

I have trouble just being, I constantly tell myself to relax and belittle myself constantly for not being normal.

I regret how I treated Eric's mom. 

I regret not spending more time with Muzzy.

I am ashamed of not being a Christian.

I think everyone else is better and more interesting than me.

I have a very hard time saying what I really want. 

I want to be the "easy person" to get along with- I never want to cause trouble.  I want desperately to be seen as the good person.

I don't like listening to others when they don't want to hear about me.

I make myself do things I don't like to do.

I belittle myself for wanting to complain--

I am an all or nothing person.  Perfection or I want to rid myself of it.

I get angry at myself for not knowing what to write here.

I hate it that I don't really know what I do like sometimes

I feel lost and insignificant.

I am ashamed that I have never really taken care of myself.  I've always depended on men to take care of me.

I have no real skills to make money with, well enough to go out on my own.