I must confess that I'm feeling so insecure right now. I've tried to shoo all these bad thoughts away; I've reminded myself to adopt a more positive attitude every morning; I've directed my attention to other things, to things that irrelevant to the "matters of consequence." But they won't do. And I feel miserable, and even more miserable for admitting my misery. Because I feel like I've failed myself bitterly, that I'm anything but a loser.