I’ll be honest. Despite the secretions rolling down my face at the moment, I’m actually pretty attractive, I’m nice to people, nice to animals. Good with food, art, music, kids, whatever. I feel I’m terrible for wholly irrational reasons, and I loathe the fact I’m a slave to the broken system that calls itself my mind. I should’ve had a good night tonight, I went out, danced with pretty girls, got some physical contact (not as much as I’d like, but still), and all I can feel is utter contempt for myself, for my worthless “sensitivity” to things. I feel abandoned and manifestly inferior for […]