[Fuckity Fuck Fuck] [Friday, Dec. 05, 2003 @ 2:59 p.m.]

It occurred to me today that it is possible that I will never really be happy in my entire life. Even when things may be good, somehow they will still seem bad. To that thought, I would like to quote the title of one of my favorite Diaryland entries ever:

FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING NEGATIVE THOUGHTS!!!

FUCK YOU for ruining perfectly good days. FUCK YOU for making me feel like a wasted soul. FUCK YOU for causing me to dread so many things. FUCK YOU for the days I couldn't get out of bed. FUCK YOU for keeping me from accomplishments I could have made. FUCK YOU for making me think that Joe doesn't love me. FUCK YOU for trying to ruin my relationships. FUCK YOU for making me want to run away. FUCK YOU for all the tears and headaches. FUCK YOU for making everything seem so hopeless. FUCK YOU for making me feel so lifeless. FUCK YOU for never really going away. FUCK YOU for bombarding me no matter how I try to resist. FUCK YOU for making part of my own body an enemy. FUCK YOU for even existing at all.


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