I’m scared of who I am.
I know I’m not a very mentally stable person – it annoys me when people self-diagnose themselves, but I guess I’m kind of manic depressive/bi-polar. I’m weird. I don’t feel like I am a person. I cry when people give me presents because I feel like I’m not worth it, but I project confidence in lectures. My girlfriend is abusive, but I just want to be able to love someone. I don’t know if my mother leaving home has caused some of this, but I’m just weird. I’m a s***** deviant, I hate celebrities, I don’t even think this makes sense, certainly just a load of random stuff put together. I don’t know what will happen to me – I’ve already started getting rejections from universities. I’m not sure if I am going to kill myself at some point or something, or if I’m putting this on to even myself. I don’t even know. In an attempt to be one of the other people I feel as if what I really think and feel, who I really am, is really isolated – my life is a performance, perhaps this is true for everyone.
