More.

I've given up trying to figure out what people want from me. Why should I give a shit? Nothing they do will ever satisfy me, and everything I do will fall woefully short of having the impact I want it to have on them.

Why can't I have a normal conversation anymore? I cannot attach myself to the moment, to the present; everything I say has to be measured against the future.

I feel as inadequate for the girls I like as they are for me. Love is so much easier when you don't know the other person at all.

I can't believe how still it is outside. No wind. It's almost scary, like something hanging in the air.

No-one is worthy of my love. Not a one.