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Abuse the nonsense.
I need some therapy.
February 14, 2010I am absolutely pissed/depressed right now.
I have decided to stop The Dream Fish. Because I hate it, I sentence it to hell and wish to never see it again.
That’s a final decision. And if you liked that story, I apologise. I guess you’ll just have to imagine what happens to Nathan, his friends and his fish in the end. I’m sorry. I really can’t write it anymore in this condition.
Okay, I lied. I loved that story. But I really don’t want to write and see it anymore. I really am sorry.
I have a confession to make.
I am such a selfish person. I take away someone else’s happiness and even if it takes away mine too, I’d still banish it in my spite. I don’t know. I need sometime for myself again. There’s always something wrong with how I interact with others. Or worse, maybe there’s just something wrong with me.
You can’t imagine how much I hate myself right now. I am obsessed with perfection, I always feel as if I need to correct every single flaw I have. Here’s something to really piss you off, knowing that someone thinks it’s stupid that I hate myself makes me hate myself even more because that’s another flaw I have.
I don’t know if I can even talk to any of my friends right now. I need to think of a new way of how to approach them because I always end up getting hurt in the end because of them. And I get hurt even more knowing they don’t really give a care that I got hurt because it just proves that I made a mistake and have chosen my friends wrong.
I don’t know! Is this a really bad psychiatric problem? Hay. 
By the way, I’ve been having really weird dreams lately.
I dreamt that I was a murderer and was the one who sent people to hell. And there was this woman I killed brutally in a peaceful neighbourhood. And I put her mutilated head on the toilet lid. 
I also dreamt that there was a giant who hunted for us tiny humans to eat as if we were rats. My dreams were very graphic, the giant would tear people in half and chew the skulls and the blood would squirt all over the place and stuff. We humans also used Baygon to fight the giant. Weird, right?
I need some therapy. I am so depressed. Help.
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