Eskimo Kingdom

Well the weekend was a real mess, I've realized I'm a cold hearted biach who deserves to live alone. This is just how I was brought up. I had no friends and no family, even my mom and dad wanted nothing to do with me. So I have real intimacy and trust issues. I'm so emotionally overdriven that I'm afraid of getting depression again. But don't worry I wont let that happen ever again I'd rather jump of a cliff with the other lemmings. Just when I was getting comfortably numb this had to happen, can I just blank it out and pretend its not such a big deal? Nothing is really such a big deal anyways, I mean we all die in the end no matter what our actions. Don't worry I'm too self-absorbed to kill my self I'm just saying does it really matter what we do in our lifetime?

Fuck it