I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck
And I'm a terrible emo for not being able to blind type my name, but being able to type I suck without looking.
Also, I have to write a paper that's due Wednesday (technically Thursday morning) and I haven't even started yet. In fact, I don't even know what to write about. I'm just utterly unable to do anything that I have to/need to/want to do. I can't talk to people, I can't act normal around people, I can't be liked because I'm this weird person who acts weird and talks weird and looks weird and is someone you don't generally want to be around for too long. I know that I have issues with self-confidence, I know that I'm unable to trust people, I know why I have these problems. According to my psychologist and many popular self-help literature, I should now be able to overcome these problems and become a likeable person. But I can't. I just can't get over myself because I'm this worthless kind of person who alienates people. I'll never get a boyfriend. My best friend will move on, I won't be able to make new friends and I'll end up a horrible old lady whose only joy in life is to try out a new microwave meal from the local supermarket.
There's absolutely no point for me being here.
I want to be an academic, write interesting books, lecture and teach people about fun stuff that went on 100 years ago, but I can't speak in front of people, I can't write compelling stories. Hell, I can't even write a paper even though the subject is seriously good.
I might as well just give up and keep on living in this bubble of loneliness and self hatred until it consumes me from the inside and I just fall down dead. I'd be surprised if anyone even noticed.