I hate - I hate - everything I've ever created. Photos, songs, poems... I want to destroy all of them. They're worthless and trite. I can't express anything through them, so what's the point? They are monuments to mediocrity and failure. I don't know how to deal with this... what is the word for this? An all-encompassing sense of alienation and loneliness? Yeah, sure. How do you tell someone that? Hmm... yeah.... I've been so lonely these last few months that I feel as if I'm having a nervous breakdown. There's no frame of reference for anyone to even relate. They'll just get all wide-eyed and flag down the nearest psychiatrist.
I want to set everything on fire.
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Oh, how I wish I knew what to do to help you! I can't even express how much I care about you...but somehow I don't think that it would even matter.
Don't give up.
Tell me. Please. I really want to know.
(hugs)
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