Today I'm gonna realize that I really do hate all this Hamlet bullshit, all these cycles of anxiety and procrastination, the drama, the self-loathing, the helplessness, the inability to take sustained action, the hope against hope that something else is gonna intercede and get me out of this, the way I destroy everything good in my life by not having any fuck*ng confidence... but I have no idea how to start to dig myself out. None.
It's not clever, it's not charming, it's not effective but it is all I fuck*ng know and I'm trying to rewrite my resume and cover letter just to fuck*ng fuck fuck fuck*ng apply to a halfway decent day job and I'm so stressed out I have given myself goddamned diarrhea. No shit, pun originally unintended but cheerfully intended ex post facto, no shit I have actually stressed myself into the goddamned runs and I am a goddamned adult and I hate myself so much for all of it and I don't know how to stop hating myself so fuck*ng much for not amounting to fuck*ng anything and my run-on sentences too.
Fuck. I am a well-intending and relatively clever person but I am so fuck*ng unpleasant to actually be, you have no idea.
I can have more opportunity and support than 99.9% of the rest of the fuck*ng world and squander it all on self-loathing and procrastination.
What an asshole, you guys, holy shit.