A full year has passed since I last wrote. Looking back at my posts, I realised time hasn't really done much to change me. I'm still as horrid as ever. Probably even more so now. Before, I used to wallow in self pity and fill my soul with depressing books and music. Now, I just exorcise those feelings with drugs and escaping.
I'm more confused now than ever. I feel like there's something inherently wrong with me but I don't know what it is. As I get older I have become more cynical, judgemental and closed off.
It seems I'm only happy when I'm high.
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