bless???

I’m mad at people, I’m mad at myself. I’m raging over the silliest of things. Each day passes I feel closer and closer to the edge of insanity. I’ve done things I never thought I’d do, and I do it cold-heartedly. The things that make me believe I’m good is fading through the days, and darkness is invading my world.

I've had a conversation with my mom, one of many; she was talking about a student of hers that keeps whining about her life. My mom basically told her to think of the good things in life, you know the whole empty/full half of the glass. I wish things were simple like that. I wish things were as clear. I wish patience was more pleasurable.

I wish I wasn’t here.