I am so angry and impatient all the time. I have no interest in other people. I constantly assess my negative situation. I run over scenarios, I predict the annoying things people will do, and then they do them. I open my window and say thank goodness there is no drilling, but add (to myself) the reminder that I shouldn’t think that because it will probably start again any minute. I go downstairs to get some water and return. The drilling has started again. I sware, and slam the window shut.
Very few people care and no one understands, and it doesn’t matter if they did. There is nothing anyone can do. I am doomed to suffer alone in isolation on the fringes of society. I feel so far from everyone. Like they are on earth and I am a lonely asteroid someone out in the solar system, wondering how to get back. No one touches me in any way. I feel nothing but negative feelings, unless I smoke weed. It is the only thing that provides relief. There is no point to anything apart from smoking weed to feel good again and making art and music. I find no pleasure in anything else. Nothing on iplayer interests me, I don’t want to meet up with anyone. I’ve not organized or wanted to go to a single social event for a month. There’s not even any point going out getting drunk anymore seeing as I hate pretty much all popular modern music, and it makes me think my friends are idiots for liking it, which makes me wonder why I hang out with them, which is why I don’t really anymore. If there IS anyone else like me or someone who understands, its not like we can get together and be happy, it makes no difference. Nothing makes any difference. I just want to be left alone with lots of weed, my keyboard, guitar, coloring pencils and a massive A0 size piece of paper to draw a masterpiece on.
So **** OFF and stop asking me ‘how are you’, when you clearly don’t have time to listen, they might as well greet me by saying, ‘Make up a lie! or feel guilty about complaining!’
Also, what the **** is wrong with me?