Give me one good reason...

to ever leave the house again. I have come to the realization that I absolutely hate my thoughts. I just realized that it is not normal for a person to have to think about the things that I do everyday. **** psychology, i'm so far from being happy-go-lucky it's ridiculous. Life is not worth living, when you shuffle around in a] fog everyday, trying to not "slip up". I haven't had a genuine smile in years.

You're right: life is fairly pointless but I can draw comfort from that fact. It means that you don't have to worry too much about things that ultimately don't matter $#%^. I mean, you do'nt have to feel the need to conform to society's standards, and can instead do whatever you want to do. Can you see my point?

Kevin

I agree with Chucky. Most people feel like they need to do what society wants them to do, but most of the time society doesn't even know what society wants them to do. As far as being "normal" (I hate that word) there are so many different types of "normal." What may be normal to someone else doesn't mean it is normal to you, and vice versa. Each person has their own "normal."

This is the perfect time to let go, as Chucky says... if it's all pointless, then we can just, well,... let it go. These last few months have been hell... and I do me HELL for me psychologically. I've literally scraped the bottom on the barrel, eyes red shot streaming, hands clawing at face, demon screeching maniac writhing in the mirror cursing existence itself bottom of the barrel this month. Because I simply couldn't take my own &hit anymore. I just couldn't deal with myself one more day. I think at that point I gave something up, because now I see a way out where I didn't before. I guess something in my OCD brain snapped and gave up. Really just gave up.