Boiling anger again, so nothing is really new.

My shitty mood is written all over my face and controls the way that I move and speak; I want to hit something real hard. 

I bought a new jacket and I have just been owning it with total arrogance to try to be seen by someone, anyone. Though all I get is the same old same old with invisibility to almost everyone around me. The first person to physically put their hand on me in a really long time was the receptionist at my flat to talk to me about my mental health. I feel like that is the last thing I need to be reminded of right now. I want to eat and drink and forget about all of the shit at least for tonight. I have little to no faith in counselling anymore, little to no faith in friends anymore and that’s right, you guessed it, I have little to no faith in love anymore either. I am trapped in this shitty mood and I just want to at least fall into a deep slumber and wake up in five years time; I do not want to live in this current world, it is killing me.

Short and sweet.

Much love from your friend,

Alex. 

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