All future narcissistic posts will be left in the extended entry so that people are not forced into my psychotic world...

I just peeled the price tag off of a cool stuffed dog my mother bought me. As much as I think the dog is cool...peeling the tag off makes me think of some kid in China in a sweat shop...working to make my dog.

I didn't buy any presents...I am not sure if I ever will again. Today I got a great compliment and started reading one of the best books I have ever read.

Again I find myself thinking lowly about me. In general as much as these keystrokes could ever be for anyone else, they are for me.

I know that when I type my name...its because I feel like shit. When I type about something else...its because I am learning and happy. The problem is when I am learning and I still want to type my name.

Everything I have read, everything I have learned has taught me that I am unstable...that I have low serotonin levels.

Thinking back of even the way I eat people can see a pattern which I am destined to live with until I die.

I would make an amazing case study for any psychologist that I did not make want to kill themselves...