I don't know.

I don't know what I am. I don't know who I am.

I do my best to deal with my life. I do my best to act like I know I need to. Ie. I have to get up in the morning. I have to get a job when my folks finally kick me out. I have to do my best.
It isn't enough.

It isn't enough because I don't know myself.
There's something in me that's dissatisfied with everything I do. And when I try to figure out what to do, exactly, I get a blank stare.
I don't want to know myself.

I don't want to be anywhere near myself.
If I knew why, I would know myself too well.

I will go and have some painkillers now.

You know, had I ever had the chance, I would definetely be a drug addict.

Sometimes I forget that I'm talking to other people instead of just thinking things.
I think I need to go out more.

Yesterday.