A major part of my life is spent freaking out because I don't think that people like me. I don't like that part of myself, but it's there. I used to not care at all - it didn't matter to me at all. That's changed in the past 15 years or so. It bothers me a lot. I feel like there's not a solid reason for people to like me.
And the main reason I think people don't like me is because I'm not _____ enough.
I am not a superlative and I have a hard time with that. A painfully hard time with that. I marvel, sometimes, that people are friends with me. Because why? I'm not the best at anything.
And when I'm feeling really low and hateful toward myself? I wonder how other people who are the best have people who like them and I don't.