I don't know how much more disappointment I can take in life. It feels like everywhere I turn, I being disappointed. Or disappointing someone else. Everyone else. I can't seem to please anyone anymore. They're telling me to grow up, live my own life. But I can't. I don't know who I am. I've been acting different parts for so long. I can't suddenly stop this. I want to please everyone. I need to please everyone. I can't live without their praise. I thrive on praise. On doing things right. That means I'm not disappointing them. But one instant it's praise. The next it's anger. I disappoint constantly and don't know what I should do.