I like horror movies because they don't make me sad, or feel like crap! I watched two love stories today (Dear John and What's your Number?), and all they did was make me hate the world a little more, realize how unloved I am and make me feel a little shittier.
Oh, and also - yes, I believe I am a raging alcoholic. I've had enough drinks to feel at least a buzz every night this week. In fact, have I already written that?
Wow I am just super dirt. No wonder no one loves me.
I used to be funny, I swear.
Anyway - I told my best friend about my cutting the other night. She pretty much knew it already. I'm not sure telling her helped. We'll see how things go when I see her - which, unfortunately as she lives 5 hours away, will probably not be for a couple weeks yet.
I know I need to stop sucking at life, but I really have no "get up and go" at all. I just don't care.