Just in in case anybody is paying attention, I hate my life.
I have little bits of joy here and there. But for the most part it sucks.
How much of it is real? How much of it is perceived by me and my insecurities? How much do I imagine because of the low self esteem and the shitty opinions I have of myself? How many of these insecurities do other people see in me? Is that what is forming their opinion of me?
I fucking hate life. I don’t see the purpose in it. Where is the joy? Where is the fun? What’s the purpose of it? I’m fucking tired of it!!