all i seem to do is set myself up for failure.
i hate it.
even my dreams are becoming increasing negative, and i wake up bathed in paranoia and disappointment. even non-reality is slowly becoming a reality, i can't be haunted like my dreams like this.
i hate birthdays, all they do is remind you how lonely you are, and reiterate in an oh so blunt manner, that no matter how much you give ... you never get anything in return. fuck. i try so hard to make everyone happy and all they do is flaunt that in my face, then push my face into a brick wall (in a painful metaphorical manner, of course).
yeah. i give up.
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