I'm not dead.

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I'm sick of telling people I don't have anything done
I'm sick of telling friends I'm trying something......just to give it up.

I'm still unsure of my emotional state...
I'm incapable of focusing lately -I don't feel like doing anything
I'm sick of asking Google how to find motivation.

I hate not having a reason to look my best.

What got me here was an imposed sense of stress
-I'm so so happy, that I hated myself.

I struggle with decisions.
I wouldn't be my own friend....I'm too unstable.

Without a lot of pressure nothing ever gets done.

....if these words reach you, it'll be a fucking miracle..

I'm extremely fortunate to know lots of good people..
But I wouldn't let them waste their time on me while I'm disabled.

I'm pretty good at like 30 different things....at the expense of never being great at any one of them.

I feel alone -I know I'm not

I used to talk to lots of people, lately I've stopped.

They didn't deserve it....
I've been a terrible friend, boyfriend, brother...

I couldn't bare to let myself become boring to them.

I distract myself with gaming, drawing and writing, waiting to get better. I hate it!

I wanna do the most good, and prevent the most hurt.

But I've got to help myself, first.

It's nobodies fault I'm like this.
I will get better.
In time.
I will not give up.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 21, 2016 ⏰

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