Fuck.
I stopped writing because it's always the same thing over and over again.
"I feel like crying"
"I'm sad"
"I feel worthless"
Blah blah fucking blah.
Can you tell I'm angry? I am so fucking sick of all of those things. I have absolutely had it with all of this bullshit just creeping up and smothering me.
What do I do?
I don't know what to do.
I'm getting to the point where I just want to scream a big "FUCK YOU" and run in front of a bus.
Like a bug on a windshield. Splat. Peace. No feelings. No thoughts. Eternal peace.
Christ. I've lost it. Completely fuckin lost it.
And here I am telling myself this too shall pass... LIAR... this too shall pass... it passes but it always always always comes back.
I'm stuck on some demented merry-go-round. My feeble pleas ignored by the devil in a conductors suit. Oh wait.. maybe that's my father. Or maybe Byron...
Maybe it's me?
