i'm so goddamn broken. i'm a freaking mess. i swear that i cannot deal with all of the normal things that everyone else around me deals with everyday. i'm not special. i'm not talented or interesting, i just write about my suffering. i'm not funny, i just make self-deprecating jokes to mask the fact that they're all true. i can't handle anything. i'm like the china in your grandmother's cabinet that you aren't allowed to touch because even the smallest movement could shatter it all. this is so fucking sad i need to stop.
