As if you're that rotten piece of fruit that stinks up the entire refrigerator. And the refrigerator is the world. Struggling a little today, and after watching a particular show dealing with a topic that gets to me really easily (child abuse), for some dumb reason, my brain is trying to convince me that child abuse wouldn't exist if I were dead. As if I'm the sole reason why child abusers exist. Somehow my existence makes them do the things they do.
It's dumb. But still the feeling of inadequacy is overwhelming, and especially when I'm like partially convinced that the thing I hate the most about the human world is entirely my fault. It's so stupid. I don't know what to do.
Update no one asked for: Ordered food. I'll be alright.
Submitted January 19, 2018 at 03:48AM by shededamen http://ift.tt/2DvJJib depression
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