Hell isn't far from where I've been

Fuck. Quite the rough night. Never thought family would be my source of bullshit in contrast to some pretty girl. Not sure if I am okay with the change or not.

I may talk a lot, but most of the things I say are worded the way they are for a reason. I don't think most people take notice, care, or even can comprehend what I am actually trying to say when I say something. Yeah, I do say nonsense that actually has no deeper meaning than what you can see, but who doesn't? Maybe it is me just being 20 years old, thinking too much and complicating nothing, but I really don't think people get it. Get me. I'm not really asking for much, just for someone to at least be able to read me, or give me some feedback. If I can read you so easily, I'm pretty sure my language will be foreign to you. 

I'm in no way "depressed." What's actually fucked up is that there is nothing wrong with me. I have no excuse for my actions or anyone to blame. I am at complete fault for the slime that I've become. No doctor, pills, or advice can fix me. I'm not broken.