6.2.09

And round and round and round I go…

So here’s the thing: I’m anxious and depressed because I have no friends. And because I have no friends, I’m anxious and depressed. And because I’m anxious and depressed, I have no friends. And because I have no friends, I’m anxious and depressed….

Anxiety keeps me from reaching out, and being unable to reach out keeps me anxious.

I have nowhere to turn anymore. I have nobody to turn to.

What the hell is the point, anyway? There are so many people in this world: clearly, not everyone can be happy and fulfilled. It’s statistically impossible.

Maybe some of us are just background noise.

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