Typing feels better than writing.
I noticed that love gets me overwhelmed. When I think about it I’ll start to get sad. That might happen for everyone, but I just get worried. Fuck, I can’t stand looking at myself. All I talk about is me, me, me and how fucking pathetic I am. I’d like to erase that face in the mirror or just make it bleed. Make me bleed. Choke me with pills. Being in high school or with someone else I’m so far away from myself. I’m funny. I laugh a lot. I smile. I joke around. But it just shuts off right when I’m by myself. I’m angry and ashamed for nothing I guess. Every so often everything just looks like a routine. I fucking hate everyone.
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