Destroying Myself

It is irritating as well as dangerous that we must keep doing things we have no desire to commit just to prove something.

I hate that I need a 4.5 GPA to be happy.

I hate that I need a glance from the popular people to feel special.

I hate that I need other people to approve of how I look in order to feel pretty.

None of it is worth what's put into it; none of it even makes me happy. There's no point to it. And yet I push on ...