Everything sucks. I want out of this. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. This is my blog and I’ll say what I want. Why do I feel like a five year old right now? I can’t help how I feel about PETA anymore. I don’t want to do my job anymore. I don’t want to deal with any of this shit anymore. I am nothing but a huge ball of regrets and loneliness.
People claim to care about me but by and large they are either in the process of letting me down or have let me down in the past anyway, so I don’t feel anything from them when they say it, it just makes me smirk.
Life right now is full of these horrible, vicious ironies that seem lost on everyone but me. It’s like they were designed and implemented just to drive me to jump. And everyone tells me I am imagining things. And that makes me feel even better. I am tired of hurting.