how am i?
I'm sitting here in the Center, contemplating when I should make my last day at work. And contemplating why I must be so stupid or mean or what. I don't really know what's wrong with me. I keep looking for fulfillment from somewhere, and I can't find it. This keyboard sticks. Hard to type. I feel like hell. I was mad about my dad wanting to make a bed, but really he is only doing it b/c he loves me. Or something like that. I can't reconcile the issues. I feel like a bad person, ungrateful, irresponsible. I keep thinking ppl should just stop being nice, talking to me, being friends. But that's stupid. O w/e, I don't know, I'm done.