I give up.
I am so sick to death of having random bullshit occur to me. What is this? "Dump shit on Leigh" week? What the fuck?!
I give up. I just fucking give up.
This home — this life — is a fucking nightmare.
I don't get it. I'm nice to everyone. I help everyone out. This is part of my nature. For all intents & purposes, I am — it would seem — a good person.
And yet I just can't get a break.
It's as if karma is allergic to me and is donating all my good luck to the assholes of the world. While the pricks and the schmucks and the assholes get to dance around like loose-fucking-half wits impressing every second girl with their bullshit charming wit, I am left to my own lonely self trying to work out what the fuck is wrong with this world.
I really give up.
If you want to know why, ask me.
This has got to be the beginning of a nervous-fucking-break down.
If it isn't, then I must be in one of Dante's circles of hell.
Tags: depression
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