I like to pretend I’ve made progress, but who am I kidding? I’m an unconfident, needy, jealous, untrusting, insecure, controlling, passive-aggressive asshole.
I’m not strong enough to beat Aspergers and Depression. No matter how hard I try, my efforts are thwarted.
I don’t want my life to end, but if you think about it, has it even begun?
This is the worst I’ve been in a long time. I need help so badly. Please, let me get better soon, I’m an anchor dragging everyone down and they don’t deserve that.Becky, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry. I love you, I’m not leaving you, I’m just really fucked up, but i’m looking for answers. I wouldn’t blame you if you left me.