My tolerance is growing thin with many people. That’s what’s making me think I am the problem. Life would function better, or is functioning better for a lot of people, without me. I am an inconvenience to 99% of the people I know. I should of seen the signs years ago. People walking out, people just stopping talking to me. People always leave, because they stop caring… or perhaps never did.
I haven’t felt like this in a long time. I hate myself again.