Think I'm beginning to become more scornful and critical of everything. I get sore and start " sour grape-ing " over many things. Sounds like a jerk.

Another issue, I'm getting more and more blur, and I hardly know what I'm doing most of the time. What am I?

It's times like this where I have to ask myself stupid rhetorical questions like,
" What the fuck is happening to me? "

All to no avail, I don't know the answer myself.

My blur-ness has landed me in several near-death situations, but seriously, who cares.

I think I'll just hide in that corner, scorn every single thing and curse the whole world.

Now that's really emo and outcasting yourself. Don't do that.

Then again, am I welcome in this world?

Perhaps I'm too demanding. I'm sorry if you hate me. Must've done some horrible things to you, that must be it, maybe I killed your family or something. That's why your eyes, they are filled with utter disdain. You look upon me as though I'm nothing. Your words and actions, they condescend and criticize me so.

Somehow, feel so hated. Sounds familiar? Ha. Listening to KoRn, might not be helping.

The most horrible thing I'm probably doing to anyone is that I'm gradually becoming some stupid emo shit who curses everything.

Well actually I don't. Maybe soon. Maybe never.

Don't go down that path.

I keep picking out people's flaws and hating them for it, whereas I count my flaws and do nothing about it. I find it difficult to see good in some people. I'm not loving myself-

I don't know what I'm saying.

Never mind. I can't get sad and all that, it'll piss people off and they won't care anymore. They care, right? I'll just keep it within myself, creating pressure within the spinal chord, causing it to explode eventually, ending me.

That's the thing. Hope looks bleak. I'm supposed to do things on my own, yet I can't manage; I don't know how to. You're supposed to pick yourself up and move on, without any assistance; but you find that it's too lonely a task.

The shittiest part is that, even after I type all this nonsensical shit out, I'm still supposed to cope on my own.

Not helping myself. Ha.

Boy, you're on your own. I'll leave you here in this desert. Now, learn to survive.

First, I'll drink water from cactus, and use cactus needles to hunt for vultures and camels.

Second, I'll walk out of this desert, where the conditions are not suitable for human life, and build a house made up of tungsten. I can conjure up tungsten.

Third, at night, I'll run electricity through my house, and it'll will glow brightly.

Yay.