I have a good family, good friends, good education. But my mind is a cluster of thoughts that never cease to end. Over and over again doubt, pity, and hate. I'm so frustrated with myself it feels like I can't breathe. I thought I was getting better. That I had hit the bottom of my self loathe. Though why do I still feel this way. I don't understand why I just can't be happy. I'm choking on my own pity and it's pathetic. I won't be smothered by this, but I don't know how long I can do it.
