I don't necessarily understand what it is, but I know that it's not good. I don't need crocodile tears, nor am I asking for pity; sympathy, maybe. I do acknowledge the fact that I am more fortunate than other people, but I won't compare my adversities to others'. And, isn't it kind of fucked up to look at somebody else's misfortunes for the better of one's self? Selfishness is human intuition, but it shouldn't be intended. In my opinion, at least.
I honestly don't know what to do. I have been fine for 2 or 3 years, and this nonsense is back. I have not felt like this for a while now. I am so angry, but don't have anything to be mad about. This indescribable anguish is consuming every inch of my body and mind. It's calling for all inhumane pains to scatter all over my nervous system. I have no control. I'm lost. My mind is filled with conundrums, but also occupied with emptiness. The gamut of sorrows couldn't even sum up to this bullshit...
I feel like ripping my skull open. I want to find out what in the fuck is causing this. Really. Don't need this, not right now.
There is something wrong; I don't know if it's me, or something else.
Bonus: Via iPhone.
Do not depend on anybody,
because at the end of the day,
it's every man for himself.