I'm angry and upset.
I want to do something brash but I am sitting in class. I want to go home and cut but I've got plans for the day and I know that going home will be the worst decision to make.
I feel such a fake.
Am I trying to make myself sick?
I don't know who to believe or what to feel. I just feel so incapable to doing all the things I'm meant to do yet I want to do more. Tokenistic, lazy, boring,
I just hate life, but everything's going so well. Why do I feel so overloaded?
I wish I had no commitments. I hate this action group. It's too late to resign now, the by-elections have been. Why did I think I could do it? Andrew was right, he's always right, yet why am I still doing it?
I must try not to complain anymore. Keep it all inside. It's better for everyone. I'm starting to have friends. It's great. Why not just embrace it. Go out every night. Drink all the time. Who cares?
Every time I cross the road I hope a car will come tearing round the corner. Darkness.
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