My version - I need to constantly remind those around me that I am helpful and provide services or they’ll forget I exist.
No joke, that’s what my life has taught me. People don’t hate me, but if I stop gently reminding them I exist, then they’ll forget me. It’s happened many, many times. I’ve come to accept that I’m not inherently likable.
Fuck that’s so relatable, I hate it. I can’t keep track of the number of
friendsfriendships I’ve had just evaporate the moment I stop texting first.Edit: lol
There is an elephant in thailand and would be found similar on many places who draws self potraits and simple images
Does he also have imposter syndrome?
Don’t get your hopes up. I’m good at several things. Still not worthy of love.
My mom praised me up and down for being naturally smart. Whenever I made a serious effort on something, she found a reason to punish me.
You are worth of love red triangle dude. We don’t always get what we are worth of though
Even if you get good at that thing, the compliments won’t subdue the imposter syndrome.
I go to Lemmy to escape the depression and the depression has followed me here, marvelous
You should block this community. Depression posting is kinda what it’s for.
Wait until there’s a 2me4me_irl.
There is. It pops up sometimes for me. Sometimes funny and relatable, sometimes depressing and relatable, sometimes WTF… And relatable.
Just like real life, somehow
and yet nobody gives a crap. I’m currently trying to do some art just for myself, but there’s still that annoying urge to show it to someone, hoping for a shred of validation.
