Untitled.
Very simply put, I don't know anyone anymore. There are those I miss more than others, but those individuals may be the ones too far gone to bring back. And for once, I don't think it's anything I did wrong.
Things are collapsing around me, and I'm trying to make myself as oblivious as possible. Fuck. Why do I try? I spend so much time trying to forge new paths and repair busted roads, and in return I always end up farther from my destination than when I began. I'm obsessive. I'm determined. I'm fucking emo beyond comprehension. My first instinct in any negative situation is to give up and forget everything. I'm sick of that, but it seems harder to change that now than ever before.
This journal is a fucking goldmine for "The Great Suicidal Moments of Brian Justis." I should copyright it and publish it as an autobiography.
Things are collapsing around me, and I'm trying to make myself as oblivious as possible. Fuck. Why do I try? I spend so much time trying to forge new paths and repair busted roads, and in return I always end up farther from my destination than when I began. I'm obsessive. I'm determined. I'm fucking emo beyond comprehension. My first instinct in any negative situation is to give up and forget everything. I'm sick of that, but it seems harder to change that now than ever before.
This journal is a fucking goldmine for "The Great Suicidal Moments of Brian Justis." I should copyright it and publish it as an autobiography.