Sometimes I hate...

... being me.

Why? I've had the luxury of being born into a loving, caring family of a middle-upper socioeconomic class. I've been given everything I could want, could need. So why do I feel so hollow inside.

Why am I so afraid of the future. Why does thinking about my future make me wish that there wasn't one. Why do I feel so alone, so fucked up, so worthless. So unworthy?

I don't understand why or how I can feel this way. There's nothing wrong, but everything feels wrong.

*yawn*

Today was strange... went to bed fairly late. Got up to move car for neighbours (long story), went back to bed. Got up, had breakfast, ra-ra-ra, went to uni. Lecture/workshop was so-so. I took notes for the first time this semester. Got home (passed a crash on Stirling Highway - police, some beaten up cars and some worried/sad young adults sitting nearby. I felt sorry for them. The weather seemed in the right mood too, drab and overcast), had a beer and some pizza. Beer felt fairly potent, felt good for awhile but then had a fairly average sobering period - went and slept on bed. Woke up with mum getting home from work. Don't know why but I'm just feeling sad.

edit: ooo picture adding?