04/30/2009

Every day that ends I can’t possibly imagine having the strength to get through another one.  Every night I just want to curl up and never ever ever ever get out of bed again.  I want to hide from the world, hide from reality, hide forever and be alone and safe and free from the judgment and the stares.

I just want to wander off into the night, never to be seen or heard from again.

I’m such a fucking disappointment, so useless and pathetic and I’m so fucking TIRED of making people squander their time and effort on my waste of an existence.  Every decent act is disingenuous.  There can’t possibly be any other explanation.  I’m just not worth it.

I’m so fucking alone.