I'm good at some things

All it takes is a questionable lesson to get me back to that place..."wait...am I stupid? Do I really suck that bad??" The good part is, I don't have to feel that way anymore. Wednesday was terrible and I was overwhelmed and unworthy and pathetic and not feeling it.

And then comes Thursday: difficult, strenuous 12 hour, 15 unit Thursday. And I felt good. And capable. And FUCK YEAH I can do stuff. Because I'm smart and GOOD at some things. And even when I'm bad at stuff, it doesn't matter. I don't identify with the bad right now.