Still dead on the inside

Type B shitfest, so hide the children.

I've just about had it. I'm starting to get my bouts of insanity much more often lately, and it's not helping my self-esteem AT ALL. Also, I'm starting to become as isolated online as I am in the "real world", and that's not good for my self-esteem either.

In short, my self-esteem has taken a drastic hit lately, and nothing I do seems to be helping. Asking other people for help would just make me look like an ego-maniac (as if I'm not already a self-centered bitch anyway), so I'm hoping things'll get better during the weekend (which is when I'm most likely to actually step foot out of my house). Best-case scenario, someone replies to this. Worst-case scenario, my next post will be Unsorted Shit 3 (with the dreaded Type B/E combination).

For those of you unfamiliar with Unsorted Shit, it's when I just go nuts and type whatever thought comes to mind. Some of it is nonsense, some of it is pure gibberish, some of it is attacking my personal self, and some of it is me confessing to feeling this way or that way. Hence, "Unsorted Shit": an uncensored, unsorted collection of thoughts that I purge out of my mind. I use the word "purge" because that's what it is: a purging of thoughts in order to hopefully make myself feel better. The severity of me posting an Unsorted Shit is about as equal to having to reinstall your operating system because your computer is basically a mess. In other words, a last-minute effort to save whatever it is you're trying to save (computer or mind) before things turn to the worse.

I hope I improve mentally by tomorrow, or else things are gonna get ugly. ;_;

- siggy