Imported from Day One

Adapted and nit-picked for details

I need to see a psychologist.
I want to die.
I feel empty.
It hurts me to be here.
But at the same time I feel nothing.

[redacted] must be disappointed in me. And [redacted] must think I’m a lazy shit.
I would be disappointed if I was my own child.

My body shakes. It’s probably the lack of food and the caffeine.
My body hurts but my mind over shadows it.

Love seems like it is nonexistent.
I would love to feel that trust.
But I won’t.
I can’t trust anyone to that point.
And I would probably become bored.
Nor would I be good enough I don’t think.

I can’t even think my mind goes blank while constantly buffering and screaming with white noise.
I am obsessive and can’t let thoughts go. I am destined to be broken.