Everything is frustrating.
People are frustrating.
The way I put so much effort into relationships is frustrating.
My need to make sure people are happy is frustrating. (Seriously, why do I care so much?)
My ability to be genuinely excited for people is frustrating. (The same people who can’t be bothered to show up for me)
The way I care about people is frustrating.
The way people abuse and take me for granted is frustrating.
The way I abuse myself is frustrating.
People don’t value me.
I don’t value me.
I waste my time and energy with people who don’t deserve it.
I am frustrating.
The Inner Workings of My Thoughts 