"seriously?" 2009-09-15 - 2:50 a.m.

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What I need is someone to talk to.

White boxes filled with text don't solve the problem.

The friends I have now I value because they don't know how fucked up I am.

I mean, they know, but it's not the defining point of my character for them.

And if I talked about it as much as I felt it; there's really nothing else. I play videogames, I drink; but most of all I just think about how fucked up I am.

I don't want to ruin the one good thing I have by coloring it with my fucking problems.

I can't afford therapy. And the people I used to talk to about this shit I've cut my ties to.

I've screwed myself, once again, which is kinda the point.

Why am I even typing this?

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