I am an island. Alone, isolated, adrift the sea of humanity. I am not great at anything. I feel as though I don't care for almost anything anymore, yet I'm longing for some kind of salvation...

I am afraid there are no signs. There is no point. There is no divine intervention.
This would mean that I don't really see you in the world around me. And I seem to all the time...

Who says I want to suffer? And who says I'm not suffering here on earth, everyday?

I'm totally over you and all your shit. If you have some angst then go take it out on a pillow or something. Don't fight with your friends and threaten to kill yourself. I'm fuckin' sick of trying to be there for you. I know I can't do much to make you feel better, but the fact that I constantly make the effort and you brush it off like it's ( Read more... )

I haven't accomplished shit with my life. I have failed at everything it feels like now. I feel like I should just let go of whatever it is I'm holding onto and just give in. I lost my ambition and became jaded. I now look forward to dying so I can stop caring completely. I don't really act all sad but at the same time there isn't anything worth ( Read more... )

My shrink can't help me.

and I find it nauseating.