Part of me feels that, despite how fucked up I was, I had hope. The farther I move forward, the more I lose hope. I fear I'll never find a place where I'm happy.
I don't want to deal with people anymore. This has always been my weakness. I'm terrible with people. I distrust their motivations and never feel as though anyone genuinely cares about what I have to say or who I am. I'm an outsider. No one likes an outsider. (Except other outsiders, but I don't even like them.)
I'm not doing homework because I really kinda just don't care anymore. This semester is killing me.
Anyway. This: