had a good long cry, I accept my loneliness for now. I realized there is nobody out there for me. I don't understand socializing and I'm not interested in what others are doing. I do feel like an alien and I learned my lesson OVER and OVER again to never open myself to anyone I know. Nothing is genuine or real these days. If I'm going to stay alive my goal is to make money somehow and get hookers for my frustration and hope that I won't feel ashamed afterwards.
Sick. Throat's too soar to talk or swallow. Want to curl up in bed and sleep forever but my 22 month old has it too and has been screaming from the pain in wild panic not understanding why it won't stop. Gave him medicine, he's finally calm. horrible feeling
“Can a man of perception respect himself at all?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky