Just realised the voice in my head that calls things "dumb" isn't actually mine. I made my nephew's birthday cake from scratch and showed up early because he was counting on me. So the "I can't be bothered" story? Yeah, that's a lie I've been told for a long time.
I'm starting to realize that the people who were supposed to care had impacted my younger self with determental ideals which were probably handed down to them. Giving up was a way to protecting myself from them which has lead me to the here and now.
I have the pen and I am the author. What I write determines how this story goes...