I miss my friends. I miss the bbs. I feel so isolated. I just got a girlfriend but I'm so scared of going out of my comfort zone. It physically hurts me. My heart feels cracked but nothing even happened. I'm just so scared of change. I can't bring myself to do anything. I'm supposed to be making stop motions. I haven't even started. I can't focus enough to play games. My interface is busted so I can't record music. I couldn't stay at work yesterday because I couldn't stop crying. Who do I have to talk to. My mom and stepdad are always at work or asleep. My stepbrother is quite literally too stupid to even understand. I don't want to discuss it with coworkers because my girlfriend is my coworker. And normally I just go on the bbs and pour my heart out so a bunch of people with no answers will at least listen. But I don't even have that now. I feel so alone. The only voice I'm hearing is my thoughts. And my thoughts are constantly telling me that I'm crazy and I deserve to die. I hate my life. I hate that I have to live like this every day. I keep trying to better myself but time and time again something gets in the way of that and suddenly it feels impossible. I just wish I could be happy. That's all I want. But it's too much to ask. So I get trapped in my thoughts and pour it out in a Facebook group. A group based on newgrounds, a place where I've done nothing but fuck up. Half of you probably hate me. And I wouldn't even blame you because I hate myself. If I could take back all the stupid shit I've said and done I would. But unfortunately it's never that easy. @malachy @turkeyonastick @tomfulp
None of you deserved to put up with me. I could apologize a million times and it probably wouldn't mean anything. Im sure you don't think about it as much as me. Because you guys shouldn't feel guilty for anything. I should. And I do. This has nothing to do with why I was even sad at first. Or maybe it does. Because clearly Im not getting a straight answer as to what the fuck is wrong with my brain. So my brain just reminds me of all my mistakes. And then I cry like a bitch about it for a couple hours. And get over it. And then do it again. Fuck this cycle. What the fuck happened to me. I used to do nothing but be creative. And now I've landed here embarrassing myself during another episode. Thank you for coming to my Ted Psychosis