on the bathroom floor

Everything I feel now means nothing, because when I'm older I'll look back and wonder why I wasted so much time thinking about all this. For once, I really wish I were desensitized. I don't want all of this, you can take it back. And I can blink everything back, and walk off without a care and live my life, and die happy, just like every other normal psychotic person who can handle it.

I don't like blogging about this, because people get sick of reading other people complain about their lives. People want to read about what their friends bought today and who they hung out with.

I'm starting to think being like that is better so I wouldn't have to keep feeling this way.