So.,.
It has come to my attention that the two emotional constants in my life are anger and fear. Not as sharp emotions; I've consistently and semi-intentionally lowered my own self-esteem for reasons that I'm not even entirely consciously aware of.
The other constant is the ideas that are clawing at the inside of my head, that I'm too afraid to bring into the world (see the above).
I delete most of my output before I finish it; not even halfway through. I look at the nearly-finished product and I reject it. I've done this to everything from condolences (do I sound like I'm mocking them? I can't say anything that will dull whatever emotions that they are feeling at whatever-it-is, so there is nothing I can do that won't make it worse) to complaints about my own problems (everyone else has actual problems; who am I to complain about a migraine or a bad day?) to pages of homebrew (it's shit and no one will ever use it! Utter garbage.) to school projects (I'll do it when it won't be the biggest piece of crap ever) to projects I've spent days working on (eh, it's not as if it mattered that much).
I also don't want to start anything; once I'm sitting down and doing something, the overwhelming sense of dread that covers every corner of human endeavor lifts for a bit, and I can work until my dissatisfaction overwhelms my urge to create and do, and I'm left doing nothing yet again.
I've asked one of my best friends out of the blue whether or not she hated me. I have to try so very hard to be proud of anything I do.
And then the anger comes in...
I'm angry at one of my friends for being sorry that he brought the Holocaust up.
I'm angry that one of my friends has gone off and is progressing in her life while I don't seem to change.
I'm angry that I'm being a selfish asshole.
I'm angry at people for bringing up religious debate in the "do you pray" thread.
I'm angry at myself for thinking about deleting the last line.
I'm angry at everyone who is feeling happy at this moment.
I'm angry at everyone who is in love.
I'm angry at the Sun for being so bright.
I'm angry at everyone who laughs in earshot.
I'm angry at the Internet. The entire thing.
I'm angry at every single person who touches me, some less than others.
I'm angry at myself for still wanting human contact.
Hell, let's just leave it as "I'm angry at being human." I'm angry at being one person. I'm angry with being restricted to one viewpoint, one gender, one species, one location, one set of thoughts.
When I show someone something, I can't just sit back and enjoy it with them; I watch them, and dissect their every reaction.
The urge to delete this thing just hit; better post now before I stop myself.