|ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?
||[Jun. 26th, 2007|12:09 am]
|||||I'll admit it... alone.||]|
|||||Architecture in Helsinki - Do the Whirlwind||]|
Sometimes, i feel the only way I'm ever happy is if I'm the center of attention. And, how far from the truth can it be? I hate myself so much sometimes, mainly because I'm such an introvert, and can't relate any kind of emotion to anyone without feeling an immense amount of doubt about myself. It's all very silly, the way i think. It's like I'm scraping for pity from myself, and... i can't explain why. And i suppose i'll always hold on to the fragile concept of myself, the fantasy I've built myself into. It's pointless, screaming at yourself. All i can feel is contempt for myself. And, that's just fucking pathetic.