Fecking Lovely.
Thinking is bad for you peoples!
Lately I've been thinking, and this is dangerous to my health. I've been dosed with my medication of choice, and it hasn't been helping much, so I figure either A, it's worn off, or B, my ruminations are depressingly founded.
I dunno, I feel like shit lately. Lonely, and burdonsome. I give council alot, it's what I do. So you'd think I wouldn't be adverse to receiving council. Yeah. Right. Every time I try to call someone for help, I end up totally changing the subect and slipping into Happy Twit mode.
I can't burden my friends with my problems, they've got problems of their own, they don't need to deal with my unfounded sense of loneliness. It's just that my usual council doesn't have time for me. Which isn't a problem. People have things to do, particularly around this time of year. Everyone's busy. I'm busy, you're probably busy. I don't know where I got time to write, and I sure as hell don't know where you got time to read.
I just feel scared and alone again. Even though I know I'm surrounded by loving family and friends. This sinking feeling won't leave me alone. I know people will offer to be there, for me to talk to. But it's so hard just talking about what I have trouble solidifying. Beyond that it's hard pressing my minor difficulties on people when I know they have problems of their own.
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Forget it, I'm going to bed. Dun feel like thinking anymore. Slamming my head into the keyboard hurts less.
Lately I've been thinking, and this is dangerous to my health. I've been dosed with my medication of choice, and it hasn't been helping much, so I figure either A, it's worn off, or B, my ruminations are depressingly founded.
I dunno, I feel like shit lately. Lonely, and burdonsome. I give council alot, it's what I do. So you'd think I wouldn't be adverse to receiving council. Yeah. Right. Every time I try to call someone for help, I end up totally changing the subect and slipping into Happy Twit mode.
I can't burden my friends with my problems, they've got problems of their own, they don't need to deal with my unfounded sense of loneliness. It's just that my usual council doesn't have time for me. Which isn't a problem. People have things to do, particularly around this time of year. Everyone's busy. I'm busy, you're probably busy. I don't know where I got time to write, and I sure as hell don't know where you got time to read.
I just feel scared and alone again. Even though I know I'm surrounded by loving family and friends. This sinking feeling won't leave me alone. I know people will offer to be there, for me to talk to. But it's so hard just talking about what I have trouble solidifying. Beyond that it's hard pressing my minor difficulties on people when I know they have problems of their own.
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Forget it, I'm going to bed. Dun feel like thinking anymore. Slamming my head into the keyboard hurts less.