I can't seem to learn to be content existing in my own skin. With each insignificant mistake, i find myself even deeper in the state of defeat which has become so familiar. was it something i did? to deserve feeling this self loath. what happened to what i could've been; so full of life and joy. how did i find myself here? worse than ever before. how can i make this house a home if i don't even belong in my own skin.