cutter

Just another day in the doldrums. Another day waiting for the next shot to fire at my head, the other shoe to drop. Makes me wonder if I'm capable of being happy- as if it's just not a possibility b/c of who I am. At times, thinking it and writing it makes me feel like a depressed, 14yo fat girl with too many Robert Smith quotes written on her walls instead of feeling like a grown man. But it's what I think. It's how I feel. Fucking pathetic.