I was about to write "I'm losing myself.." and then I realised, I have lost myself.

People wake up every day grateful to be alive, and my first thoughts would be "I'm a fucking piece of shit".

You know when you're depressed but you retain the ability to rationalise (because I'm not stupid) and you get second thoughts about your -depression- and then you think, maybe I'm stupid after all. It's a whirlwind of negativity in your head and it's difficult to comprehend the root of any matter.

I wish I were pretty enough so you'd be afraid to lose me. When you're fat and ugly, everyone thinks you're lazy.

In a nutshell, I'm a fucking piece of shit.