Be me, Senior year in school. Have no real friends. No job. Bad coping methods/hobbies. Ugly. I feel like living as me is a a cruel punishment from a higher power. I keep on doing things that hurt me and it’s so embarrassing and shameful and pathetic, and I wished my parents weren’t such idiots. I wished I could actually enjoy something and do something fun because I haven’t felt happiness in a long time, but nothing I can think of does that for me. Everything feels so permanent and out of my control, especially my brain, which doesn’t seem to function properly, […]
