Failure

This secret could've been sent in by me, though I'm glad it wasn't. It's nice not to feel so fucking alone. God. I have a slew of problems that I have to somehow fix. First of all, I need to fix myself. I need help. Sometimes, I think that perhaps there really is something wrong me, mentally, emotionally, whatever. Then I think that perhaps I'm just giving myself another excuse as to why my life is so fucked up. I know it's me. It's me, it's me, it's me. There is nothing wrong with me other than the way I go about doing things. I'm a failure because I fail to get my shit together.

To do list:

• Get a job
• College/scholarship applications
• Stop using so much money
  
• Stop eating so much
  
• Shut up every once in a while
• Do something useful
• Write/draw/read more
• Get my priorities straight
• Don't stress too much
• Don't stress too much
• Don't stress too much
  

Also, I think that talking is better for me because when I'm alone, my mind comes up with such strange things. It's like it's not even my mind to begin with. I really don't think solitude is best for me. Oh well. I'm too stressed to worry about my mind. I really, really, really pray that I make it through alright. I'm scared shitless.