We all have problems. Each one as unique as the person.

so don’t tell me that I shouldn’t be feeling this way because there are so

many other people who have worse problems that I do. It doesn’t

 change the fact that I still have my own problems and it

sure as hell doesn’t erase them.

Don’t tell me I’m lucky because I have a family who loves me when other

people would trade the world just to have that. It’s not my problem, its

theirs. I wish it was because then I’d have no problem at all.

Hell, if we all got what we wanted we wouldn’t be so

fucked up right?

Don’t tell me to divert my attention to the blessing I have from the

things I can’t have. It doesn’t work that way. I really wish It did. I really

wish I wouldn’t feel so ungrateful. I wish all the things I have in

my life right now that could be considered good would be

enough to kill the monster I have inside my head. Because

that is my problem. All I want all I need is to kill that monster inside

my head.

And don’t ever tell me I can choose not to be this way. I

didn’t choose this, ok? No person, insane or not, would ever

choose this.