Lament of the Mind

I can’t even look at beautiful things without crying.

My depression and sadness and loneliness has sunk to the point that even art makes me intensely sad.

I’ve become so isolated from absolutely everything that I can’t make sense of my own head anymore. All I want is someone to love me, and to tell me it’ll all be alright… and to get through this, and stop having to worry about every little action I take. I just wanna get through this. I can’t stand it anymore.

It doesn’t help that it feels like no one gives the slightest bit of a fuck about me. There’s literally no sympathy left in the world for me because I’ve burned it all dry. I’m a pathetic, sad excuse for a person and every day someone else reminds me of that. My case isn’t bad enough for anyone to truly care, and no one likes me well enough to even pretend to care.

Oh for fuck’s sake, I don’t even know who I’m typing this to anymore. It’s like I’m whining to thin air. Someone please, remind me why I didn’t take those pills again…