I've reached another point where I'm so entirely dissatisfied with who I am that I shove everyone out of my life until I'm even more dissatisfied with myself.
Spiraling down to complete isolation, which at this point, I am not too scared of. I don't know if it's me or people or my people but I'm really exhausted of it all right now. I've been sick and cranky and depressed for weeks and I really have to grab these bootstraps and help myself back up. In a funk, so to speak.
I'm tired of the mess, dirty dishes, the smell of cat litter, shit talking, the dip on the right side of my bed, sneezing, seeing my breath outside, getting rained on, waiting for the bus, wearing shoes, drinking, crying, drinking more, feeling nauseous, my ipod dying after ten minutes, feeling hungry, not feeling hungry, and every single piece of my clothing besides my sweatpants
I love my mom and my dog and my cat's okay too sometimes, but I wish she'd be nicer to me.
I dunno give me tons of Americone Dream ice cream and an efficiency apartment on Saturn and I think I'd feel better. Bon Jovi can come.