I'm so sick of this endless cycle that is 'being ignored, screwing things up, not being good enough being ignored' that my arms are sh-sh-shaking. This journal is so devoid of content that it is almost.. depressing. I really should stop making things private just because they don't get comments or show a tinsy bit of true emotion (or worse, both). I hate being fucking afraid of everything and even more afraid that if I ever tell anyone they'll get bored and leave. I'm just scared even that one day this journal site will go under and my thoughts will be lost. I'm neurotic. Why do I have to be such a moody psycho? I am so tired of myself. Angst is so repetitive, why can't I have some fresh feelings and ideas? Why can't I stop asking questions and find ANSWERS?