These days, when I'm unable to sleep even when I've laid on my bed for several hours, I think about the most random things. One of them happened to be that I realized I'm never going to be satisfied with myself. I'm never going to be "good enough", though I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. Why do I think so? I have no idea. One part of me thinks I have so much more to improve on, and the other part thinks I'm crazy.

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