Own Disorder

I'm so stupid; Poor, Ugly, Happy, Right.

I don't deserve life, but I'm too pussy to take it.

I worry constantly. . .I just want the world to leave me alone.

Loneliness sucks, but dealing with others is shit.

I want to say I don't care anymore, but I do.

I want to go on, but it's hard to stop worrying.

How do you own disorder. . .terrified to be alone.

Born Again.

He's the only reason I'm alive.  She's the only reason I'm alive.

I'm scared of death, but for some reason I want it.  I desire it.

The thoughts boiling in my head keep me awake.  I try to not let it happen, but I can't make them stop.

Keep on picking at it, it just gets worse.