As much as I'd like to say it, I can't. I'm not getting along very fine, I'm not sure why. Sometimes I wish I could be alone, but I can't handle being alone with myself. I can't handle all the thoughts that run around in my mind. An idle mind is the devil's workshop, my mind is getting very idle. I want to shoot you, I want to kill everyone who won't shut up. My anger rages more than my hormones. I can't stand the sight of anything, I can't listen to another word someone has to say. Cause I'm too selfish to bare, I can't stop thinking about anyone but myself. The question is always "What's in it for me?" and nothing is in it for me anymore. I'm tired of being charitable, or at least trying. I know I should try saying "no" once in a while, but I can't. It's the hardest word in my vocabulary. No one like the word no, I can't handle it, and I guess no one really wants to handle being rejected, what ever the case. So I'm tired of trying to make everyone happy. Cause I'm not fucking Santa, I don't fucking have helpers waiting around, making toys for me to give away. I'm standing here, and I'm on my fucking own. I can barely handle myself, so I'm sorry if I can't fucking handle you.