You know what?

I try really hard to identify with people.
I try so incredibly hard.
All the time.
Constant.

I am finally sick and fucking tired of not being afforded the same liberties that I gladly give, almost tacitly.

 

That’s what you get when you say or write things.

Most days, I can deal with it.

Today, however, I don’t believe in anything I say about anything.

Apart from this, of course.

I just can’t do it, so maybe I should stop trying.

I’m probably depressed again.

GREAT

HOW FUCKING PATHETIC IS THIS

LET’S JUST BE MISERABLE FOR NO REASON

IT’S NOT LIKE MY LIFE IS BAD OR ANYTHING

NOT LIKE ANYONE’S MAKING MY LIFE MORE DIFFICULT RIGHT NOW

Except for me. I’m doing it. To myself.

Great.

I am so doomed. Cursed, even.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s