Fuck…I never knew how much I wanted to say until I started writing in this thing. I havent even scratched the surface of what I want to say and I cannot organize my thoughts for shit.
I’m scared…….scared of not existing.
I’m sad, angry, confused. Life is scary. I feel so all over the place lately but also so dull. I work I come home I work I come home I work someone will call i’ll go out and get drunk socialize and then come home. Rinse repeat. Can’t save money, can’t bring myself to get up and do something productive except for work. I want to fucking scream my lungs out. I also want to just sob. I’m a fucking wreck and writing is making me realize this more.