As you can see, my reasons for doing the amazing things that I do - they're actually quite bleak and melancholic...

I don't always constantly try to do bigger and better things everyday out of the never-ending struggle to prove to myself that I am worthy of the love of others and am indeed capable of anything I put my mind to, But when I do try to do all that, it's mainly out of me trying to either distract myself from or to attempt to eradicate my internal psycho-emotional tumult and its adjacent depression, stress, and anxiety, as well as my low self-worth, self-confidence, and past emotional trauma haunting me.