||[Apr. 26th, 2015|12:25 am]
I still seem to hate my life. I have no real friends, my family stresses me out. I do think if I vanished it wouldn't make a difference, because I don't make a difference. I hate that I wake up. The only joy i get anymore is in my workouts. I will push until I can go no further. My only reward in life is the muscle soreness I get. And that has become less common. I'm such a worthless human. I want to understand why I'm not allowed to be happy...