i've never been good at pretending...and yet...

why is it that more often than not, life seems to be too screwed up to even begin working on?
why do things feel like they have to be all or nothing?
why can a mistake sometimes feel like it's the defining moment when everyone is going to finally see that you're a fraud and you have no idea what the hell you're doing?
why does it sometimes feel like you're trapped inside of something, trapped inside yourself, with no idea of how to get out?
why are the faces we hide behind so hard to break free from?
why is it so hard to just let things go?

why are we too often our own worst enemy?...i don't want to be