I hate myself. Why can’t I just be happy? And STAY happy!?
I hate when I have good days. They only delay the inevitable – my bad ones. They aren’t even full days, really; more like fleeting periods of imitation normalcy before something happens (or doesn’t happen) to ruin it all and send me right back into my usual pit of anxiety/depression. I hate having that taste, that teaser of what could be, what should be.
The universe must have me as number one on its hit list or something.
And it’s not like school helps, either. As a sophomore, I know I probably don’t even have the right […]