11:51am: I just don't know.
I'm serious. I don't know anymore.
I'm spoiled.. selflish.. manipulative.. alone. Everyone is against me, because I'm such a fucking bad person. I know I am. I'm not worth anything, and I never will be. I can't even handle simple things I don't want to do anymore. I just.. get scared and start crying. Like now.
I exploded. I'm like a tickig time bomb.. I think I'm alright, and after I just visited the ONE place I've been waiting to go to for a year, the place that would heal me spiritually, physically, mentally.. I explode.
I didn't want to go somewhere, but family kept pushing me. I kept telling them no, I don't feel like it. I'm tired from all week. But no. Then they threaten to get rid of the computer.. and I don't think they would.. but then I doubt it.. and get scared. I need my computer. I seriously NEED it. I'm not obsessed with it, I can assure you. But at the moment, it's all I really have. It's what gives me something to live for really.. without it, I would've been dead. I would've killed myself a long long time ago because then I would have absolutely NO friends, no way of looking up things to help me.. no way of anything except getting hurt by people in the real world.
It's my connection to role playing. My connection to friends. It's what I need to use, and it's the only way I can work on my comic. The people out there, in the real world.. they can fuck you over so, so easily. But it's nice to go out into it for a while.
But I didn't want to right now.
So I cried some, because they wouldn't listen to me when I told them no.
They kept pushing.. and pushing.. and pushing.. their threats getting worse and worse until I was so scared I just.. screamed and began crying. Full force. I scared myself. I started yelling at them. Then I started yelling about everything bad that happened to me that still bothers me.
I'm ugly. I make people feel horrible. It feels like I'm always alone. I feel sick. My girlfriend is gone.. it's my fault.. I don't even think I loved her.. I'm so ugly.. on the inside, and on the outside. I hate me. I wish I could be anyone but me. My eyes sting. I'm going to fucking puke. Grah.. I have so much to complain about, so much to be sad about.
And to think.. last week.. I believed I was the happiest person on earth. Isn't that funny? My powers of contradiction strike again.
I just.. feel so exhausted. All of us are. Krys.. he's alone again.. and bitter.. and hateful.. and sad.. Nyx.. she's dying.. very sick.. and me.. well.. I'm dreadfully sad.. and blank.
I can't handle all of this. I'm so weak.
Current Mood: crushed