All alone

"There are no emails in your inbox." No text messages. No missed phone calls. No one. Exile. This is what happens when you're Tim Hershman. "How's that going for you Tim?" Fuck you. I didn't do anything to deserve this. All I've done is try to keep everyone happy and made myself miserable doing it. No more. I'm so sick of me and everyone telling me how I'm fucked up. Life is not a reality TV show. Life's problems can't be solved by reading a book (or two.) All you can do is spend time here and when its up you're gone. Done. I start off okay with people and sooner or later people figure me out, get tired of my shit or whatever and want to ditch me. My relationships with people suck. "Authentic Human Being." What the fuck is that? There is no such thing. I bet I can sit here at this desk all day and not do a fucking thing and nobody will notice. Its gonna be a long fucking day. Early night though. Straight to bed after open mic. What are you fighting Tim? Boredom? Reality? I feel so stupid. I gotta get outta here. The only problem is no matter where I go, there I am. Time to go over the edge....