why oh why do I keep falsely accusing myself of things. I keep accusing myself of thinking horrible things that I would never think, and even though I know I would never have that opinion, MY BRAIN WON'T LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE ABOUT IT. Why can't I just stop. Hell, even for a day I'd like to be a creature without sentience, such as a cat, just to get a get a little peace and quiet from myself. Also, I can never stop the anxiety about past mistakes. Yes, I've made mistakes, some of them unpleasant, but I'm only fucking human, I can't help it. I don't have control over every single little thing. Deep down, there is still an ape of pure instinct, and sometimes, it takes control and causes you to do things you wouldn't otherwise do. Goddamn I hate anxiety. I sometimes find myself wishing for a meteor or a stray bullet to collide with my head and end it all, because this anxiety is such a fucking pain in the goddamn arse. When will it stop, when will it leave me alone, why is constantly bothering me at the moment. I'm so anxious that I've entered a state in which I can't even tell things to my mother, the person I trust the most on the face of the earth. I'm constantly fretting over pointless things, constantly ashamed of myself, and constantly accusing myself of things which I never said or thought. Christ, what's the point of going on like this. Why shouldn't I just find a tall building and throw myself off it.