I am a horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible person.
And I'm having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day(s).
Why, you ask?
Well, the guilt. And righteously so, it seems. I can't get away from it (as always) and I feel sick to my stomach because of the nerves.
But this happens alot... I've got anxiety issues out the ass. I think it's my childhood and psychological state all wrapped into one.
And my hate... of things. I just feel so tense everywhere. The way I used to feel everytime I walked into my dad's house.
And people keep dying. The wrong people. It's just never fair, is it?
The greats die and refuse to reproduce while the idiotic morons procreate and further pollute with their right-wing, ignorant, hate-mongering spawn.
Religion can suck it. Organized, facist government can too.
I really hope I don't EVER take my depression to any type of extreme. I should probably be talking to actual people, not a blog about this, right?
Maybe. Possibly. But counselors and psychiatrists haven't worked in the past 16 years. They're the kind of people who make money off of the misery of others. And they don't solve anything do they? No. Not really. At best they'll prescribe you another drug so THEY don't have to deal with your emotions.
And fuck drugs. Seriously, I wish they didn't exist. I wish they and weapons didn't exist.
I'm just a sad girl who thinks too much and keeps her emotions to herself. Ugh. Maybe it'd be better if I was one of those jerks who breaks shit at random to vent their anger?
I don't know.
Disregard this post, please.