Life is poop
Recent months have brought a lot of death and tragedy to friends and family. A friends little baby died... All these things have been shaking me pretty hard. More anger than sorrow I think. Angry at the world, angry with myself. I get pretty confused and simply turn inward. Because there is nothing I can do that doesn't just end up feeling wrong. The meager shallow words that seem to be all I can offer to others, and I hate it. So I end up here in fucked up high school self pity. Any creativity I have evades me in these situations and I wish for a way to make sacrifice, something, anything that could make a real difference.