I warned you about those stairs, bro.

This keeps happening.
I get so close.
but then...
NOPE. No contentedness for you.
have fun being lonely, sucker.
Am I really that repulsive that the thought of me being interested makes people lose intrest?
how the fuck does that work?

I am surrounded by fuck.

It spreads like fucking herpes around here and I am sick of it. All anybody seems to do around here is sit around feeling sorry for themselves and slitting their fucking wrists. How the fuck am I supposed to be an optimist in these conditions? Conditions that erode the most insufferable of optimists? I spend my day practically swimming in self-pity and worry that seems to seep from the pours of my peers like thick fucking tar. I can't deal with these people. I can't live comfortably around these people. I can't like these people.

Maybe this is why I have hardly any form of a social life. Because everyone else is too busy not getting out of bed or attempting fucking suicide. I have shed my fair share of blood from my own hand but living among this misery is getting exhausting.

Everyone should just get some fucking help.

That is if all the therapists in this town aren't already fucking suicidal.