The Worst

As I lay here in my big old bed, which I'm visiting for only a couple of days, trying vigorously to get to bed, I have come up with yet another conclusion. I am the worst.

After having that realization, I threw myself a little pity party and then tried to figure out why exactly I was that way. I've narrowed it down to a couple of main points and they go like this:

1.  I am the worst daughter. I often feel like I'm using my parents and I don't truly show them how thankful I am. I really do appreciate all that they do for me every day and all that I have because of them. I didn't even give my mom a freaking Mother's Day card. Why didn't I just spend the 3 bucks to show her that I care even a little. 
2. I am the worst girlfriend. I feel like I don't put as much effort in to my relationship as I should, especially because it is going through the strain of long distance right now. When I talk to Geoff, I often find myself not really listening, and being half-hearted about my conversation. I'm constantly straddling the line between too passive and too clingy, and I know that he senses it. I miss him so much and I know he knows it, but I really can't express how difficult it is for me. 
3. I am the worst friend. Again with the half-heartedness. I really try to be attentive and let go of the little things but I often find myself making the little things BIG and letting them influence my relationships. I want to be a good friend. I'm working my hardest to be the person that people want to talk to. But how can I make them want to talk?
4. I am the worst child of God. When I lay down at night, I say a prayer. Every night, I find myself in the middle of my prayer off on a random thought. That is no way to thank God and show him how truly blessed I feel. I need to devote more of my energy to service and less to my own thoughts. 

I know that I'm not really the worst. But aren't we all our own harshest critic?