Found a new one.

I feel like I have some loss of control. I realized I need the world around me to stay sane. The time I spend alone is the time where my mind eats its own self. I need to be around someone anyone just so I won’t think about myself. So I can laugh instead of cry. But there’s the problem. Whenever I think about myself I find I sulk in my own misery. Nobody should be fucked like that. I guess this can be a new mission. But damn. If I keep on bettering myself like this I can’t imagine how wise I’ll be later on in life. I was thinking. If I could just stop thinking about whatever, and just live by what’s in front of me, I’d be so much more happy. Pills can do that but maybe I want myself to help. After all, I am the problem.

My orange juice spilled so I picked up the glass and threw it. ;)

I wish I had more to offer.