Why am i so stuck in my ways? am i destined to repeat my mother's mistakes? i can't seem to keep my head on straight these days. i just want to find my place. you'd think i'd know by now how to manage. you'd think i'd have healed by now from the damage. am i worth it? maybe i'll find my peace in not having all the answers. perfection isn't real so, why do i feel like such a waste? not enough, yet still takin up too much space. you'd think i'd know by know how to manage. you'd think i'd have healed by now from the damage. is this worth it?