I think I'm insane, or something. I don't really know.
Sometimes I think I don't have proper coping skills. I can't seem to grasp my mind around life, I just don't get it. I don't get what's the point. I wish I could just crawl in a hole, go to sleep and never wake up. And I feel guilty for feeling so sad all the time. I mean, I could be in a worth situation. I just feel trapped, I feel like there's some kind of impending doom looming over my head, and I'm scared. I don't know which way is up or down anymore. I don't know what to think, or do, or feel anymore. Life just seems like one...strange, ironic joke. I don't know anymore. I need more beer.
I feel guilty for no reason, I feel apologetic for my existence