Why am I an omnivore?

Everything bores me in the end. I think I might need stimulant drugs. Or maybe, I just want to be dead for a day. If this is how my life will keep going, I'd rather kill myself now. Somebody, poison me, please!

Dear Myself

Dear Myself,

I am utterly confused about you. In fact, the more I try to understand you, the more you become elusive. When I ask you a question, you answer back almost immediately without thinking then you change your mind. At times, you wouldn't even respond to me. I don't know what to believe in all that you say because you would defend that everything you said was or felt true WHEN you said it. What did you mean by that? More than once, you act like somebody else that I don't who you really are anymore, yet you said it was the way you are--constantly changing as how you put it. I want to believe you but it's hard to keep up with your shifting personalities. I try to ground you but you are too persistent and stubborn to fly away from any bind. We've been through so much until this time--and from this time onward, I might not be able to hold your hands anymore, and in time, lose you forever.

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