confusion in random rantings of self pity

Revised: 11/28/2016 8:12 p.m.

  • Nov. 28, 2016, 5 a.m.
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I’m confused. I look at myself and I see that I’m not happy. I haven’t been in a very very long long time. That’s awfully scary. To think that I’ve just been putting up with it all this time. I don’t do anything about it. I plan on doing things about it, and then it just doesn’t happen. Oh I hate this keyboard that I’m typing on.

I don’t even have shit to write about here. All it is is, who am I? What the fuck am I doing here? Why am I so miserable? and why do I never do anything about it? Where should I go?
What should I do? I just don’t know any more.


Last updated November 28, 2016


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