I'm pathetic, in that loathsome, "oh, look at that poor mixed-up girl with all of the problems" sort of way. I should stop going to therapy because I don't want to victimize my poor therapist with my banality. I won't go to group because I don't want to waste air with my carbon dioxide outflow of speech. I won't talk to my friends about anything because I can't understand why they're still willing to listen to me anyhow. I won't, I won't, I won't.... gah….I'm useless.
And I mean "I won't," too. I can't stand any of that "I can't" business because I know I'm just too lazy and undisciplined or else I wouldn't be in this place. I've had my opportunities. I wasted them. And for the love of god, I hate myself right now for my needless mind with all its thoughts of slovenly self-defeat.
And I hate that anyone could take my not wanting to "burden" others as some sort of altruism. It's not. I'm a selfish little black hole of a person: I simply don't want to infringe upon others because then I'll feel even more guilty --I'm definitely sparing myself here.
I mean, who even cares about the crap I'm spewing? I'm a veritable volcano of bullshit. Please ignore me --and yet, I don't want to be ignored. I'm that selfish.
I'm sorry, and I'm not; I'm hopeless and yet I'm still carving "HELP!" in the sand of my isolation isle --but I am so very pathetic and miserable.



