Some Saturday nights...
... I feel so bloody alone, bored and Sad.
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2012-03-11
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I chucked out a mountain of clothes this morning; somehow that made me think long and hard about the last five years of my life since I went online.
Now i wish i could STOP this train of thought before i cut my own throat!
It just gets worse and worse this self-assessment with its inexorable matter-of-factness, its mundane tone.
How depressing to scalpel oneself in prosaic. Even self-loathing would be preferable - but no, i inform myself that there is insufficient substance for that.
God.
Now i wish i could STOP this train of thought before i cut my own throat!
It just gets worse and worse this self-assessment with its inexorable matter-of-factness, its mundane tone.
How depressing to scalpel oneself in prosaic. Even self-loathing would be preferable - but no, i inform myself that there is insufficient substance for that.
God.