Yeah, this is going to be my diary now. Saves paper. Don't have to write in a journal and whatever. I have an online diary, yep.
I'm probably going to be something uncreative in the future. As in a career. I'll work somewhere where I don't ever have the chance to be recognized. Like an office or Burger King or whatever. There are tons of more worthy people out there right??? :D :D :D :D
Anyway, I'm going to be somewhere. Working for someone I don't like, hating my job. It'll be perfect, I'll never have my hopes up ever again.
That's what you want, world. No. That's what you want, Mariel. Useless piece of shit. You'll die along with this rotting world. You're not capable of doing anything that makes someone else happy. You're not talented, you're not capable. You don't even understand the world. Or the people in it. And they don't want to understand you either. They make everything so complicated and you feel, as stupid as you are, that they're doing that on purpose just so they can make you feel retarded.
You're not good at anything either. All the things you enjoy, you suck at. Videogames- check. Art- check. Talking to people- check. Wait, fuck that. I don't like talking to people, it's exhausting. Or maybe I do? I don't know. Confused as usual.
I'm going to church tomorrow. I'm asking for a prayer request for my friend. Or someone I consider my friend. Who knows if it's mutual. It could always turn. I don't know. She has severe heartburn and no money to get better.
It's weird that such a depressing person like me even believes in God. I'm under the impression that everything I'm writing is my brain lying to me. I believe that my friend is my friend and that she thinks of me as a friend. But I write that it's not mutual. My mind is my enemy apparently.
It hurts to be lonely. It's like you look ahead or think ahead, whatever, and then you realize that no one is going to talk to you at school or write back to you on the internet. It makes me happy that Vanessa replies to these emowritings. I write these both trying to express how I feel since I can't talk to anyone and hoping someone will read it and understand. Or just be there... instead of just facing a blank wall. Words on the internet represent human faces, and that's what I want to look at.
I want to be normal. It's hard living like a loner. If I was different, I'd probably be happier. If I was more confident, I'd be happier. If I was more confident with myself, I'd be happier. I wouldn't judge people just because I have issues with myself.
But for now I have to live with my mind deceiving me.
EDIT: And dood, that personality test I took before? Avoidant personality disorder sounds exactly like me. Reading those words, I see my face looking back at me.