"I feel spectacular.I feel
shitty.I feel on top of
the world. I feel like I'm
on my way to hell.The
ball's in my court.What do
I do? Serve? Volley? Concede?"
How do I feel about myself? Not good. I hate who I am. I feel like I deserve to be dead. I feel like I might as well take my life because I'm going to hell anyway.
Today my creative resources are all dried up and I can't come up with pretty enough words to describe my inside, to describe what I see. I don't like that, it's really all I have left in this little lonely world I'm in. At least "I feel" like that, anyway.
I feel like I'm too tall. I think too much. I over analyze. I'm in a sad mood every day for no reason. I have a good life, but I hate it. I feel like no one cares and no on ever will. This is how it is, sorry too bad, you drew the short straw in the pickings of life. I feel like I constantly have a cloud over my head.
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