Insecurities.

We must have clue, but we asked for evidence
Dwell on passing sentiments, though we bask in eminence
Epik High - Map the Soul

So lately I've been feeling very emotional and frustrated and pathetic. My lack of skills in writing is catching up with me again and the little voice that likes to frequent inside my head is telling me how much of an incompetent writer I am and that there's no use pursuing certain dreams and aspirations.
There will always be people who are far more experienced, far more knowledgeable, far more talented, far better in general. Once I start thinking about these kinds of stuff, it gets to me and realizations hit me in the face and I fall deep into an abyss of self-consciousness, an endless void of could'ves and would'ves that are never bound to happen. And then I start to lose a grip on myself, and all I want to do at the moment is wallow my tired and weary body in self-pity, which makes me even more pathetic and useless than I already am.