I'm a bit useless, worthless, careless, and just an overall waste.
I can't stop these thoughts. I'm 26, no life, no direction, no motivation.
I feel like I can't do what most people do.
I'm not social, and can't stand it when my private time is taken away. Is that selfish? I feel like my sanity ebbs away when I can't be alone. It's not good enough to explain my feelings to someone. No matter how close you are to someone, how long you've known them, they'll never 100% understand you. Nor I them.
It's an unending cycle of hurt and blame.
but.
it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
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