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This is alla bunchabull-shit... But I feel as though I must be writing. I am alone... even when I'm with friends... even when people say they love me... I can't shake this feeling of solitude. I'm constantly disgusted with myself... I detest pity... and yet fear ( although often receive ) rejection... lots of rejection. It should be tatooed on me... I foresee an incredible downfall in my future... a sad and empty way of life ahead of me... ...And i don't really mind it too much... except there are others out there... People who's lives are easier, who are not plauged by rejection, and destitude... people who have shots at good lives... but for whatever reason they deny themselves what's been given to them... And it sickens me like nothing else. I struggle to maintain the few perks of my shit-soaked life, while others fight off dignity, acceptance, pleasure... just for the sake of thier simple bull-shit neurosis...
I feel as though I have already squandered my talents in life... or maybe just that it's inevitable. I wish i could find a way to inspire... But I see nothing but failiure on the horizen...
I feel as though I have already squandered my talents in life... or maybe just that it's inevitable. I wish i could find a way to inspire... But I see nothing but failiure on the horizen...