11:42 pm: The Nation of Fearful Fucks
It seems to me that fear runs us all, everything we ever do is because of fear.
Because of fear we love.
Because of fear we worship.
Out of fear of attack we are loyal.
Because of our fear to do what's right because of the consequences we do what is wrong instead. We are all afraid of the future of dying or dying alone, of not making a difference of being worthless of haveing no real purpose and just wasting oxygen and resources to survive. It seems everyone is afraid of something. I'm so fucking terrified recently I can't think straight I live my days in a blur, I'm constantly thinking of the crazy hypotheticals to a point that when I lie down to sleep, I don't know what all exactly I had dreamt up and what all had actually happen. I end up lying to myself, convincing myself that they hate me, or that they love me, or that it doesn't matter anymore, that I should give up. It churns inside me, I think about it and then I throw up, I don't know what to do anymore, I'm afraid that I will give up soon, that fear won't motivate me any longer, that I will just stop doing anything and will live out my life pointlessly and alone or just end it early, neither sound promising to me. Neither sound. Promising. Help.
Sorry for all the metaphors and vague descriptions, I can't give specifics about my problems, specifics bring on too many questions, plus I don't know who reads this, cept for the two that post.
Current Mood: 
drained
Current Music: Bjork-Pluto