Not happy in Internet Intentions

I hate myself. That’s the only authentic thought coming to me. I’m never sure of anything that comes to my head. I don’t know if it’s authentic, I don’t know if I truly believe it. I’m never gonna be sure of what I think so why should I question what comes to my head.

I’m so fucking critical of everything that comes to my head and out of my mouth. I just have the same fucking thoughts everyday. Fuck, fuck fucking retarded. This is a sign I should read more, it’ll slow down my mind. I hate you for playing sudoku for your whole free Wednesday afternoon.