you'd think a mind fuck sounds like a good thing...............its not.
ok, here goes
i know i have my share of faults, and im not perfect, but over all i think im a pretty decent guy...i dont do anything overly illegal, i havent killed anyone. unless i know you, i keep to myself for the most part, im not a complete and total asshole (tho i have my moments) i dont get women pregnant then turn into a dead beat dad, blah blah blah. i have a decent amount of friends, and i get along with them fine, yea my family life is rather fucked up, but whose isnt in some way? i know somethings could be different, but over all i think i have decent life, i have a roof over my head, food to eat, a bed to sleep in, good friends, all that stuff. what bothers me is....why am i so depressed, i know im not alone, yet it feels like i am, i get depressed over nothing, yet if someone were to ask whats wrong, i dont know how to answer them, i dont know what bothers me, i dont know why sometimes i snap at people or just go into hiding for days at a time. and that scares the fuck out of me a lot. i hate being the guy who can help everyone with their problems, or at least give a friendly ear to, yet when it comes to myself, i sit there with that friendly ear up my ass. why is it so easy for me to try and help my friends, yet when it comes to me, i sit there like a fuckin statue?
i know i have my share of faults, and im not perfect, but over all i think im a pretty decent guy...i dont do anything overly illegal, i havent killed anyone. unless i know you, i keep to myself for the most part, im not a complete and total asshole (tho i have my moments) i dont get women pregnant then turn into a dead beat dad, blah blah blah. i have a decent amount of friends, and i get along with them fine, yea my family life is rather fucked up, but whose isnt in some way? i know somethings could be different, but over all i think i have decent life, i have a roof over my head, food to eat, a bed to sleep in, good friends, all that stuff. what bothers me is....why am i so depressed, i know im not alone, yet it feels like i am, i get depressed over nothing, yet if someone were to ask whats wrong, i dont know how to answer them, i dont know what bothers me, i dont know why sometimes i snap at people or just go into hiding for days at a time. and that scares the fuck out of me a lot. i hate being the guy who can help everyone with their problems, or at least give a friendly ear to, yet when it comes to myself, i sit there with that friendly ear up my ass. why is it so easy for me to try and help my friends, yet when it comes to me, i sit there like a fuckin statue?