I think I've hit rock bottom--I've come to the realization that only I can make myself happy--and if that's the case, that's a darn scary thought--I feel like I don't have anyone, my life has no purpose, I'm definitely not needed, and that makes day to day tasks let alone projects an insurmountable Everest--but if I did do my work--what would it matter anyway--just hopping from one boulder to the next--if it's really about the journey rather than the destiny, my life is an dismal failure at this point. Maybe something's wrong with me--but I tend to not buy into the whole prescrip. drug thing. I feel like everyone else is having such a great time and I can't enjoy myself. If there is a hell, I guess this is mine--and what a sad way to live. I feel so closed in like there's absolutely nowhere to go, no escape--I feel like this is my destiny and there's no way out. I've pushed out everyone that ever mattered to me and there's just no way to deal.
2007-05-29
14:13:12
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