As much as I like to pretend that I hate everyone and everything, sometimes it all just kind of collapses inside my head and inverts and all I can think is that my misery, although that word doesn't seem right, is my own fault. I keep telling myself that if I don't like something in my life, I'm just going to change it. But it's really not that simple, and as soon as I think about that, about how stuck I am, everything sort of collapses underneath me and all I can do is scrawl it out in blog posts and attempt to ignore the recurring thought that maybe what I'm most unhappy with is me.
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