I think a day is going well, then suddenly I feel like I'm back to square one all over again. Still waiting on a letter from the psychiatrist. Seem to have a few less friends than last week. Just reminds me that I must be so fucking annoying and unavoidable. I'm selfish, and I obviously don't give a shit about anyone else's feelings. I must not be actually ill, I think I just have one of those awful, egotistic personalities. You'd think that treatment would work if I was actually ill. I'm just a fucking twat and anyone who wants to get out of being my friend should probably just do it, because I can only assume I'm going to drive you away or offend you. Well, going by my track record anyway. I think that everyone I love hates me in return. I mean EVERYONE. People think I can do pretty well on my own, bullshit. Its fucking soul destroying being single for all of my 21 years. Nothing worse than knowing no one loves you, or even fancies you.
Fuck your treatment. Give me a fucking personality transplant, it's the only thing that would change anyone's mind about me. People make friends, I stalk, apparently. Well no one will even talk to me themselves, I have to start everything, before it's thrown back in my face.
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