Depressing Poetry From A Depressing Boy.

worrying,

i fucking hate it.

i fucking hate worrying with a passion.

there's always something going on,

something is just always running around in the back of your head.

why can't shit just go right?

i try to join these different groups and picking up different hobbies to get away from it,

but i can't fucking think straight.

i just want to sit and close my eyes and be able to shut my brain off but it's impossible.

this shit is so fucking stupid.

i'm becoming careless.

it's not safe for me anymore.