DEAR UNIVERSE IS A WORK OF FICTION BUT IT DEALS WITH REAL ISSUES SUCH AS MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS AND SELF HARM. PLEASE SEEK HELP IF ANY PART OF THIS BOOK AFFECTS YOU

Dear universe...

Life sucks.

Fuck. No. Yes. No. Life only sucks at the moment, or at least that is what my counsellor is trying to drill into me. I'm pretty sure it hasn't worked yet as if it had been, I wouldn't be here writing this. It's quite an achievement to have been fired from four jobs by the time you reach seventeen, and I suppose an even bigger achievement to be the world's most under qualified procrastinator. Do those achievements make me feel like less of a failure? I don't think so. They aren't really even achievements.

I realise I've rushed into this and you know nothing about me - other than my lack of greatness and good qualities - but I might keep it that way. If I stay as this mystery persona upon the internet, nobody will figure out who I am and my life can go on unchanged. In my head that's the simplest option. You can't really change my mind, I can't even do it. You know what, this is really weird. Why am I pouring the contents of my brain out onto this blogging website when nobody will read it and I will just look like a wannabe famous person? I really wish I wasn't. I wish I'd never made that promise to find a creative outlet. I think I'm drunk. Fuck this. I won't be back.

From me.

Posted at 01:36am on Sunday the 26th of April 2009