Prestige

I met a cancerian who astounded me with honorable morals and an incredibly beautiful outlook. He made me feel like a cynical bitch, but assured me I wasn't, and that he had a good judge of character.
But it made me realize that not much of what I say, think, or write is getting me anywhere. It doesn't matter at all how existential and nihilistic I am, the latter of which has been a coping mechanism for self-worth uncertainty.
What is a girl to do...