When I do something and it becomes successful I feel *worse.* I don't know why. I look at my accomplishment and say to myself: why do I feel nothing? Shouldn't I feel proud? Maybe that's why I don't bother. I don't *feel* like I'm supposed to. Especially when the success is a result of hard work. I'm gonna guess it's because my mom didn't care any time I accomplished something no matter how big. She didn't ever congratulate me or care so I stopped caring, too I guess. I still do things. I still have a drive. I never give up but there is absolutely no reward. It also is pretty bad that the greater the success the smaller my sense of accomplishment is.