but it's always dark
2003-02-03 || 7:47 p.m.

I can't fight this blackness much longer.

I can't keep bothering people.

I hate the space I occupy.

I'm in pain and yet I don't hurt enough.

I hate needing things and forgetting that I can't have them.

I am so fucking stupid. All my stupid opinions. What right have I got to bother any of you with this? Take a leaf out of the good people of Dartford's book and give me a wide berth.

I am so not worth the time or trouble.

I'm sorry.