moriarty

they clearly like him more than me...

i'm definately going to purge for that...

maybe just cry to sleep.

i'm not good enough.

i hate myself

i hate my fucking fat body.

i'm not good enough. two conference papers and a research seminar, a poem published, radio interview, two interviews with papers and journals, two newspaper articles, a fairly well read blog (not this one, another one relating to my academic focuses)...and no popularity.

i'm lying if i said popualrity didn't matter.

life is a fucking contest, and i'm losing.Its not that i dont want to win, but i don't want to lose.

i don't want to be the centre of attention like moriarty, but, i just don't want to feel so inadequate.

not feeling very well.

i want never to wake up...