I can't sleep.
I find myself hating the internet lately.
Actually, I find myself hating everything lately.
I mean, really hating absolutely everything, and then going out of my way to assure people that I'm happy, I'm fine. But I'm not. At all. And I don't even know why.
I hate people for noticing, too. For caring. For wanting me to talk to them. For not understanding that I physically can't. It's not their fault, I know. It's mine.
It's always mine.
I don't know what's happening to me. What's happening to my brain. Why I even bother complaining is beyond me, as well.
I need a therapist, I figure. Fuck knows I'll hate him, too, though.
Actually, I find myself hating everything lately.
I mean, really hating absolutely everything, and then going out of my way to assure people that I'm happy, I'm fine. But I'm not. At all. And I don't even know why.
I hate people for noticing, too. For caring. For wanting me to talk to them. For not understanding that I physically can't. It's not their fault, I know. It's mine.
It's always mine.
I don't know what's happening to me. What's happening to my brain. Why I even bother complaining is beyond me, as well.
I need a therapist, I figure. Fuck knows I'll hate him, too, though.