utter fecking bollocks
2005-02-13 || 11:21 a.m.

Everytime I write in this diary these days I just feel stupid. It seems pointless and somehow self-indulgent. Even though I've hardly mentioned it, or anything else for that matter, for months, I still feel completely isolated, pathetic and worthless. I think they just must be my fundamental personality traits. On the rare occasions I go out, the conversation pounds around me as though on a different frequency. It's fuzzy, like when your slightly off station. My brain feels like its been repeatedly hit until it is paper thin and I just never feel right.

That's the thing you see: I just never feel right.