@ 1:38 AM
Lately I've been telling myself often to stop feeling bad for myself. It honestly feels pathetic when I look beyond myself and notice that I'm not in the position to complain about my situation, given that almost everything is going fine.
But why is it that I'm filled with such negative thoughts?
When I'm not distracted and am alone in silence, I feel suffocated and an overwhelming amount of anxiety fills up my heart. It's to the point where my mind starts manipulating aspects of my life and then paranoia kicks in.
This problem lies within me; it's no one else's doing.
I constantly feel.. bad. There isn't any other way to put it.
I don't want to admit that there's something wrong with me, and that's probably why I've continuously trivialized my emotions. At this point though, they're difficult to ignore, but I have nothing to justify my terrible thoughts besides myself.
I have a very low tolerance span for bullshit, so I'll most likely overlook your (moronic) two cents if they are made. I'm not here to explain my thoughts or opinion to anyone. We can agree to disagree. You don't have to like how I blog or view things,
for it was never meant for you in the first place. I'm not forcing you to read any of my entries and you are definitely not obligated to follow me.