they are everywhere. i'm not down, but i'm not up. i'm just tired. sometimes i wonder if God even knows my name, if he even knows who i am. i am a shitty person. the lowest of the low. true, i haven't killed anyone, but i'm pretty damn close to killing people on the inside. yesterday my mom started screaming at me, saying i was the reason why she was in so much physical and emotional pain, that i was the cause of all of her stress, etc. that just made me want to leave the house even faster. people are too good to me. if i was burning at the stake and given the gun, would i choose to put myself out of my own misery, or shoot the ones holding the torches? (House reference haha)
okay i'm done.
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