Issues

My roommate (who I like and trust) allowed me to pour out my guts/insecurities/worries to her for the umpteenth time tonight.
As we were discussing a matter of ex-boyfriends and my or their alleged "issues", she acknowledge that I had some. I asked her to give me an example of one, and what she came up with was:

"Your biggest issue is that you think you have issues."

Something like that. And she clarified that my actual issues were no worse than other people's (except for one pesky one, that incidentally I hate most about myself and [unfortunately] often identify myself with).
Arg. It's so true!! I'm so obsessed with my flaws, and I hate myself for everything I do that doesn't earn what I deem a positive reaction. It's all too much for a girl to handle. I THINK I have "issues", because I'm so displeased with my standard-issue, mortal imperfection.

I don't know how to conclude this. I just hope my roommate is right. But I don't know how to consistently stay aware that I'm OK, and not a burden to all my fellow men. Who knows.