Less Than Three

I am in a really shitty mood right now.

I find that when I'm in a really shitty mood I can really say alot. A lot of things that no one wants to hear because when you are friends with someone on a site like this, depressing things just shouldn't exist. Hell, if life were easy, depressing things wouldn't exist period.

You can ask why. I will not tell you. It's complicated and involves an autobiography I am not prepared to report at the point of instability my heart and mind are at right now.

Oh, what a poet.

I don't quite care if you leave a comment. I don't really want anyone to read this, I just need to let it out before I do something stupid and a private journal entry is not helpful in the slightest. I'm overreacting like I always do. At least I have a bed, right? A bed I lie awake in every night thinking of things that aren't even worth time.

Ugh, what a depressive.

I'd like it if you made me feel better, I don't know... But how could you? I can make anything negative at this point... Reassurances mean nothing because they are so reassuring it makes me feel pathetic.

I'm trying to think happy thoughts.

I'm not okay.

I'm a bit afraid to keep on living.

And tomorrow I think I'll either be perfectly fine or make other people's moods go to hell.

I have to go to guitar lessons now...