Fuck.
I've reached a new low.

First, I wrote a DBZ fanfic. Then, when no one commented, I got depressed. I know that the comments are my only source of self esteem, but I shouldn't see it as a personal failure when no one comments on a really old fandom.

Then, I found out that what I did for my work wasn't what they want. First, last weekend, I found out that the website that I spent three months working on was replaced in a weekend by someone who had much better skills than I am. Making me obsolete. Then, they rejected something I worked a full day on and sent me something simplistic that they thought was better. Back to the drawing board of me not wanting to turn in something crappy because I can't think of anything to please them.

So I have no confidence, no self esteem, and apparently I only have livejournal/insanejournal and my mother as my support group.
Mom's in class, so I'm here, crying to my livejournal.

And now, I've started talking to myself. I told myself to stop crying about it. I'm an adult, not a fucking emo. Then I told myself that I shouldn't be talking to myself either. Then, I told myself to shut up.
Stranger and Rocky both found it very amusing, but I'm not fucking amused.

I don't know how much longer it'll be before I just snap. My state of mind has always been on a very thin ledge, but it looks like the further along I go, the more people are shooting missiles at the rocks beneath me.