Fuck depression. Fuck feeling like a professional victim. Fuck wanting to feel something different but only feeling nothing at all or too much all at the same time. I know I have stopped drinking, but I will always be called an alcoholic. Also, I know I’ve been doing better mentally, but I’m still fucked up. And I don’t want to be.

I constantly forget that the world doesn’t revolve around me. My issues don’t fog everyone’s ever-constant thought space that I so graciously hold on the top of my Debbie Downer shoulders. But these ‘world-holding’ shoulders get real tired.

I need to protect my perfectly broken head right now so I deleted all social media from my life. Fuck the narcissistic theater for the audiences of actors.

I’ll stick to the narcissistic theater I play for the readers of this site. All none of you.

Control the controllable.

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