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November 24 10:11 pm

24. November 2010

I just cut.

It stings. I don’t dislike it though. It’s so hard to explain how it makes me feel.

Right now, I feel like I can’t talk to anybody about anything. Everyone has gotten mad at me for something the last few days over something that I was just informing them of for someone else. In other words, they shot the messenger

And another thing, I didn’t write anything yesterday or till now today because I can’t seem to get the energy to do anything. I don’t know why. I just don’t want to do anything but go to sleep. It’s terrible because almost everything I enjoyed doing before, does nothing.

I hate it.

I hope it passes, like it has in the past, but it has lasted for a few weeks at a time before, and I have a shitload of crap that I don’t want to deal with that will make me even more reluctant to do anything.

Another thing is that everyone and everything is annoying me so much and I don’t know why and then I get annoyed with myself.

All I really can say right now, is fuck my life.

Signed,

Victoria