April 8th, 2001

self portrait (escher)

I do not feel good.

Words that I think describe me right now:
  • frustrated
  • angry
  • tired
  • flailing
  • desperate
  • seething
  • miserable
  • broken
  • worthless

    Everything but, unfortunately, suicidal. I have a sneaking suspicion that's going to be my main regret in life. As I'm fading from my deathbed, my parting advice will be "go ahead and kill yourselves, it never gets any better." So, life goes on. I just don't know why.

    No comments allowed on this one. Nothing personal, they're just too predictable.