LonelySmoker

I'm a lazy person, at least, I believe I am. I'd rather spend my time hidden away in my room looking for the next track to fuel my imagination induced escape from this world where I am nothing but an ant without power, or the next video game where I find a role that makes me feel useful (like medic, I love that role since I've got terrible aim). Alright, maybe I'm not lazy, just another depressed shit-lord who would rather spend his day looking up memes to fight off his crippling depression, preventing me from meeting people outside that little world of mine and risking rejection. I'm not even scared of rejection actually, I just don't want

Some days, you lie to yourself. "It'll be better soon" We all thought that it would, it never did. Your other half left, your job just became hell on Earth, someone you know hates you for something you said... "I'm alright" No you're not, we both know that. That bottle wasn't empty last night, nor was that pack of cigarettes. Did any of it help you move on? Of course it didn't, it only made you think of it more than yesterday, didn't it? "It wasn't my fault" Sure it wasn't, they left because they felt guilty... Heh, is that what you believe? You are lying to yourself everyday so that you won't sink into depression, or is lying to yourself a f