I'm not a patient person.
I can't stand being alone.
I'm miserable.
I'm insecure.
I'm in a bad place.
Thoughts circle around in my head and I can't stand them.
I have no recourse.
Therapy is a joke.
I may wind up in a 72 hour lockdown to prevent myself from ending my life.
I've never felt so hopelessly out of control of my own thinking process.
I hate being me.
I hate that I'm so emotionally needy and insecure.
I can't keep playing this card over and over.
I've lost hope.
Fuck it.
No one reads this anyway.
Anyone who reads this and also reads my Facebook will see a great disparity between the two personas.
I can't even be honest with myself.
If I am honest, I'll have to admit just what a pathetic lonely loser I am.
And I hate how weak I am for giving in to these fucked up thoughts.
I just want to be happy.
I hate the saying, "It's normal to feel XYZ, blah, blah, blah..."
Who cares.
If normal is like this, I'm truly not cut out for living.
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I've changed my comments settings to allow for anyone to comment. All comments are welcome, even spineless potshots from anonymous posters. Please, by all means, give me the tongue lashing I so richly deserve. I promise not to hunt you down and melt your keyboard with my plasma cannon. I won't, however, promise not to pout and make that face you can't stand.