The Wreckage of My Past

I'm addicted to people perfectionism mothering micro micro managing, martyring doing things out of abligation. I only thought people ever wanted to be friends with me or talk to me if I was like useful of service to them in some way. My self-esteem is drive through my productivity even though you're kind of just being annoying You're that annoying person that's cleaning things up too soon. No one likes the person who at christmas is picking up the wrapping paper before and I feel threatened by that. So I would just be like what the fuck is wrong with you?