Another quick rant.
I feel so sad all the time. I can't stand it. I'm going insane.
There's no one. Cliched as fuck, but it's apparent where it comes from.
I'm so lonely. I'm so lonely it actually hurts.
I'm friendless.
I'm talentless and bland and boring. My writing is terrible, I'm actually not one bit creative, and I can never finish anything.
I'm never content.
I'm jealous of everyone.
I'm selfish and fake.
I'm lost.

You know the feeling you get when you realize you and a close friend are growing apart? Well, that feeling has conquered my body. Tiny groups of vicious soldiers have already gutted my heart and are organizing an elaborate setup to nuke my brain.
Tinsley and I are no longer friends, really. She made it quite clear today.
Her jabs, insults, deadpans... Who does she think she is? Has her sudden surge of popularity swell her head so much? What's worse--she has absolutely no remorse for her actions. She doesn't care. And it's sad.
I lost my best friend.
I'm dying...I'm emotionally dead...