I'm annoyed by myself. I don't like my personality, my face, my constant boredom. I'm so dependent on everyone. I am just so ******** sad. My life is a sad sack of nothing and I am pretty sure I'm going nowhere. I try to do things, I really do but my attention span is shortening with every activity. My temper is out of control and I really wish I had something that would take the edge off my constant spouts of nonsense to myself. I talk to myself, a lot. I don't think it's healthy. I'm not even talking to an 'imaginary' friend... Just myself, and I ask myself questions that I clearly know the answer to because I, myself, answer me. I'm such an incoherent human being. I think I have motor dyslexia or something... When I speak, it comes out like, "I'm to going best buy"... My mind moves faster than my mouth. I'm not use to speaking. Ever. I'm too awkward. I don't think I'll break out of my shell. I can only be myself around family but even then my speech is just as intolerable as some of my family members' logic. I am so annoying and I'm just thinking to myself, "Why am I even bothering with this? I'm so pathetically bored, I can't even write in my paper journal that's just a few inches away because typing just feels faster..." I guess that's a lie, I'm also thinking about all of this as I type. My shoulder is starting to hurt for some reason so I'm going to just stop with this entry.
· Sun Jun 30, 2013 @ 10:30am · 0 Comments