Each day without a job, makes me question my existence. I am living a life that no one in my family has ever lived, no one that I know has ever lived. I am wandering in the darkness of my mind, through each day, no matter how close someone might be. This experience is one I experience alone.
I hate these fucking speech bubbles that pop up next to the Log out. I keep thinking someone is trying to talk to me.
I talked to someone the past two days. I helped this person fix their microphone. They seemed happy to talk to me and were thankful that I helped, but afterwards I think I just started to freak them out with my eagerness and happiness to communicate.
I don't know why I'm typing this. I don't feel better.
I'm thinking I'd simplify this by saying that I'm just a freak that likes to help people.
but deep down inside, I feel so much hatred for everyone.
My mood: extremely Frustrated and Confused
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