I don't blog often, if I do at all. That means sometimes I won't remember. But that doesn't mean that I write every time I remember. Sometimes they don't want me to write. Some times they don't want me to do anything. Sometime I lay on my bed less lifeless than a sack of potatoes on the shelf at the farmer's market.
It's rough. Going through life with 5 different opinions in my head. Wanting to handle situations five different ways and not knowing which path to choose. To be honest, that's probably why I take so much shit from everyone I meet. Lets all fuck with the crazy girl. It's whatever though. May as well get used to it.
I finished watching United states of Tara (a recommendation from my friend after she witnessed my first episode) and, honestly, it made me feel 100% worse about my condition.
There is no hope for me.
I will never get better.
What's the point anymore?
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