Heaven knows I'm miserable now.

Man, I'm frustrated. I can't seem to justify or express just how or why I am so sick and fuckin' tired of everything. Either that or I need a kick in the ass. I'd kick myself in the ass if I could. Man, I'm so fuckin' tired of it all. Tired of it all. All. I just want to go to sleep tonight and not have to worry about tomorrow. I just want to not dream about the things that are making me crazy.

Its windy outside. So windy. Cold. I hate the winter. I think the weirdest things sometimes. Like I was thinking like, you know when you get an idea out of nowhere? You know? What if that's God talking to you? I thought about it because I was walking one day to my car and I just started to sing the words to a song in my head. And I knew the words. So it felt like they really should have meant something.

I feel so invisible. I wish I were. I wish I were. I wish I were. I want to stay in bed all day. Hide under my blankets. And not have to think about anything.

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