- Feb 22, 2020
It's funny how pathetic and selfish the accumulated complaints and grumbles of a diary can make you feel. Maybe that's how I could never keep one? Today's depressing thought of the day was ''maybe I'm just a real asshole and have the life deserving of that?''. Many people would agree. I'm not sure. I can feel that, strongly, at times. But I'm not well, am I? Just as I couldn't blame my aunt for being abusive with dementia I shouldn't blame myself for all my despair and self-interest when depressed. There's no point keeping stabbing when you're all bled out. It's just self-harm.