“What do you care what other people think?”

I try not to.  But I do.

I worry if I write too many good things about myself people will think I’m bragging.  That I’m full of myself.  Maybe that’s why I write so many negative things about myself.

There are a lot of things I do that I don’t want to do.  Mostly those are things other people want me to do.

I’m a people-pleaser.  I want people to like me.  To love me.

That’s not such a bad thing by itself.

I do things that make me unhappy to make other people happy.  That’s when it becomes a problem.

When I become a doormat.