I just can't figure out if my life is messed up or if it's wonderful. I'm pulled toward this loner ideal of just running away from NYC and changing my name and moving to an unknown city and finally just disappearing. No more technology. No more blogs. No more twitter or Facebook or Huffington Post or CNN or whatever.
My relationship with my parents is lost. Everyone around them appears to be suffering or dying. They're entirely negative.
I constantly feel lonely and pointless and fat as a house. At 156 lbs I deserve to be called a failure.
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