Satisfied or Annoyed - or, The Overwhelming Isolation of Sentience

Starting in the late summer of 2008, I had just turned fifteen. This is an (unedited) collection of almost everything I wrote up until late fall of 2015. Please forgive all the early angst, and the drug-addled senseless associations of the ensuing years. This is extremely personal, I know it has no accessibility. This is for me to have, so I can finally burn my handwritten journals and quit harping on the past so much.