Why is it that 100 people you know, love and care about, can tell you that you're wonderful and perfect in every way and that you're the greatest et ceteri, (that's latin kids), and you nod, and kinda shrug it off, and you know it somewhere deep inside.

But ONE person. ONE can make you feel like the ugliest, messed up, angry, crazy awful person on earth?

Why is that? Why do we let them do that?

God, it's unpleasant having this baggage. Impedimenta.