I want there to be something wrong with me. I wish a doctor could diagnose me with terminal inability to make friends. I want a scapegoat for my problems, instead of acknowledging that most of my problems stem from my own actions.
And then one might say to me on that subject (and I certainly have to myself, many a time) “why not take action, try to get out, try to meet people, try to focus, try to work on yourself. After all, nobody can do it for you – the best motivation comes with within.”
And I must say “but I have failed before […]
