and so is the rest of the world. In the literal sense. Perhaps it's just severe depression, no, I know it is. God, I miss my family so much. I hate the holiday season. I've not been invited to a family Christmas in three years. I try to pretend that it doesn't bother me to everyone else, but in all actuallity, last year I cried until I threw up, and then didn't leave my bed for three days.
I'm just so worn down, and alone. The world doesn't even look real to me, anymore. Some days it does, but most days it looks cloudy and a bit fake. Almost like a cartoon. Maybe I'm fucking crazy, I'm not sure. Actually, I think that I am.
It just doesn't feel like there's any point to anything. No family, and most of my friends I can't even speak to anymore. I pick up and move on a whim, and then am too scared to contact them because I've no explanation for why I'm now living seven hours away. I'm still getting messages from people who are wondering if I'm alive or dead, and can't even work up the gumption to tell them that I'm alive, but I decided that I wanted to skip town for some stupid, minute reason.
Running isn't as romantic as it sounds. Most of the time I think I'm just running from myself.
Jesus christ, fucking grow up already. I just can't get my life together, and I'm horribly frustrated with myself. I set goals for myself, but never even accomplish them. Most of the time I'm too depressed and lethargic to even want to leave my house.
I wonder where I'll end up next, who I'll abandon next. It does scare me that if I died, no one would probably even know for quite some time. I wonder if my mom cares that she doesn't know whether or not I'm alive. I think our last visit would lead me to lean towards not. Fuck, has it been three years since I've seen her already? Jesus christ.
I've fucked up my life beyond fixing. Excuse my insane sounding rant. It's just been on my mind a lot lately.