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Man, imagine being in love. Imagine having a job and earning a living and being something other than a mess living in your parent's attic listening to shitty music because that's the only fucking thing you know how to do.
I used to be fucking funny, I used to be good at roleplay other than ERP, I used to enjoy my art, and now I'm just some little gremlin rat begging for attention by just spewing random bullshit in the hopes of some good reaction. What is wrong with me? When did I turn into this boring sack of fucking shitty emotions. I wish I could wipeover and start again, be better, be BETTER, being fucking ANYTHING but this would be so much BETTER.
I've been having so many nightmares about committing murder, or being eaten alive, and I can't even go in the street without having some unwarrented paranoia and it's fucking me up. I don't know what I want, but I don't want this.
Sorry, I would say this at least helped me, but it didn't. I can still feel this rock stuck in my chest, like I ate something too big and now it's lodged right over my heart and I don't know how to get it out. It's like it's eating me from the inside, like my nightmares, and I'm tired of being this way. I'm just tired.