My dad’s on my nerves. He thinks he owes me. He’s a narcissist. He cant’ be beaten, but he desperately needs to feel pain. He must be disciplined.
He’s of course psychic and spying on me like everyone else in my social circle.
What to do.
Life is misery. I don’t know what to do.
I can’t read. I don’t like it.
Being on two antipsychotics isn’t really a good idea.
We have to go to Rome for vacation. I’m not looking forward to it. Sitting in an airplane for 11 hours. Fuck. I’m so scared.
Life is miserable. I don’t know what to do. There’s not even anything entertaining on the internet.
Mom’s still at the park. I hope she didn’t fall into a ditch and have a stroke. No phone service for her there.
Come to think of it, it’s been a while…
I constantly need coffee.
I have no friends and no one cares about me.
Beyond like, common courtesy from strangers.
I mean yeah.
I need to work on my French.
Nothing is real. Nothing exists.
It’s just all fake.
There’s no resources. Things are manufactured.
I love poetry.
What is music.
Garbage garbage garbage eat my poop.
Popcorn soda for dessert. Yum dinner.
Useless. Society is useless.
I don’t know what to do.