I just want to hate everyone. I want to be miserable and ride this anxiety thats suckling my tit.
But Im also fighting my depressive antecedents with positive thinking. Because theres a part of me that thinks I can manifest anything if I just think and put the energy into it.
I hate that I depend on outside awesomeness to make me feel good.
I hate going to events alone. I hate that I cant be an extrovert. I hate that I am how I am. It makes me feel useless and misunderstood…
I hate that being alone is my greatest escape but also makes me seem so otherworldly.
I hate that I cant just sit here with these feelings of uneasiness.
Because this will pass.