Pronounce me dead.

I wish I wasn't as easily freaked out as I am.
I cannot tell how much I'd appreciate it if I was more.. ordinary.

You know.. the kind that listens to what they're told. Sure, bitch about it behind their backs but still.. do it anyway.
Some days I wish that I was less.. rebellious.

They say; love yourself.
Who are they anyway? How irrational they must be to love themselves no matter when. Can ANYONE love themself when they are on the right path to self-destruction? That would be incredible.

I HATE the fact that I can get all excited about the thought of working one day and get completely depressed the next. God, why must attachments bring me so much fear??
heh. Wouldn't it be fancy if I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder? It'd probably explain a lot. O shit. I think I really should get a psych consult.

sigh. Some days I wish that I have all the answers. But if I do, I'd do myself no favour as I recite;

Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.

Voltaire