I'm sick of feeling shame for everything that I do, for no good reason. Even things I did years ago as a small child, things that weren't even that terrible, they still haunt me. I'm sick of guilt. I'm tired of people saying cheddar is their favorite cheese, when it's such a boring cheese when it all comes down to it. I'm sick of being fat, or worrying that people think I'm fat. And I'm sick of not having any sort of life outside the internet, missing out on these precious years while everyone else that I know is out having a joyous time with their companions. I'm afraid of the future and not being able to get myself to a point where I'm educated enough to even think about getting a GED. I'm sick of mood swings. I'm tired of my birds covering the floor with their messy shreds of paper and bits of eaten seeds and feathers, so whenever I walk around I'm constantly picking things off of my feet. I'm angry with how I think, because it's always this never ending cycle of me not agreeing with myself, debating everything, never knowing what is actually the correct thing to think, not knowing if there is one, giving up, telling myself "No, you must figure this out" and then repeating the entire process over again. And I'm sick of EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING. There.
*angst*
