disconnected in this cut-throat world of giants and jealousy that murder me with every dial tone. all i have is a notion of who i am, a self description courtesy of the mirror. a self destruction courtesy of him.

tbh, i don't know how to say this.
but i am so fucking confused.
i hate regrets.
but right now,
i feel empty.
i feel slightly asfhshfkldfshlks
i've concluded that i hesitate too much.
i waste too many chances
miss too many opportunities
fuck up most things.
but even when i try,
like really try.
everything fails.
& i just feel like i'm pulling this weight all on my own.
i just can't do this one-sided.
i need help.

i just don't get it,
at all.
the end.