Dead Inside
I know I have so much more going for me than a lot of other people, but all that does is make me feel guilty. There are so many things that I want to live for, that I want to see, that I've yet to experience and actually look forward to doing a lot of those things. And still there's this corner of my mind telling me that I shouldn't look forward to anything in life, because it's selfish to when other people can't say the same. That in reality there's nothing to live for because life is an illusion and death is truth. And that the only way to find out whether or not that theory is true is to experience death.
I drag down so many people, I don't know why they put up with any of my shit. It's incredibly selfish of me to have not died by now. There is truly something dysfunctional about me. I just can't figure out where it is.
I drag down so many people, I don't know why they put up with any of my shit. It's incredibly selfish of me to have not died by now. There is truly something dysfunctional about me. I just can't figure out where it is.