I'm alone. Cynical, seething with rage. I'm living my worst fears every day and most people think I'm a -blam!-ing weirdo. Truth is I act so eccentric to hide how miserable I really am. I have watched my closest friends fight because of what I started and ended, I have suffered alone in the -blam!-ing darkest corners of my already -blam!-ed up mind. I contemplate ending my pathetic life on a daily basis, but then I wonder who the -blam!- would show to my funeral and NOT piss/spit/dance on my grave. These last few years alone, I feel as if I have seen nothing but the dark side of humanity and that leaves a mark, a scar that can't be removed or healed.

I get too attached way too easily. My self insecurities gives me trust issues. I can never been in a happy relationship because I'm always worried the other person is faking their feelings towards me. I hate this feeling of self doubt, I want to love her and I want to believe her but I just can't. It kills me on the inside. [spoiler]this [i]is[/i] tumblr, right?[/spoiler]

I hate my job to the point I fantasize about getting fired.

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