Often, I feel as if there is something seriously wrong with me. Not a cold or anything else charmingly mundane- its something I don't understand and that lack of understanding manifests itself in horrible ways. I can't do stress. I know most people say that but I REALLY mean it; I lose my mind and regress back to infancy within 60 seconds. This can't be normal.
I know quite a few people who self-medicate for this same kind of problem but I, in my ignorant and naive idea of self-control, refuse to be medicated for anything because, well, there's nothing wrong with me- right?
I like to think that, ya know. I'm normal and everyone else is defective. Obviously I'm wrong... I think it's grown worse actually. I hate being around people and I have no want to socialize because I think most are crude and selfish. I have very few people who could be considered friends and I don't go out of my way to make new ones. Actually, I go out of my way to avoid new people.
I'm tired.
I find it funny that people tell you something and say, "No matter what". Well, that's just complete shit, isn't it? Really? No matter what? Are you sure? "I won't leave you, no matter what." Yeah, we'll see... won't we?
