Talk to the mirror, choke back tears

What the fuck is going on with this fucked up world?
Sometimes it feels like this is just some big fat competition. It's all about who is feeling worst today? Who has had the most traumatic childhood? Who has the largest number of various diagnoses?
It's sick. Just plain sick.
I try to not be about all the attention, I honestly don't give a shit about your attention. I am not writing this to make you make me believe that you care about me and my problems - I know you don't. And I don't care that much about you either actually, I could hardly care less about your latest trip to your psychiatrist.
I don't understand how people have the energy to tell everyone about their every issue, it's got to take up almost all of your spare time? Don't you people have anything better to waste your time on? You fight with people, you cut your wrists, you go to the shrink and you write about it on various websites.
Okey, I write about my problems to, and I'm not saying that everyone who writes about their problems are attentionwhores, but you have to admit that there are a very large number of those out there.
I'm not proud of my mental health issues, most certainly not, but it's not something that I can try to hide from everyone all the time. You have to tell someone about your problems, it's nearly impossible to handle them otherwise. But talk to someone for real then? For the love of God.
I feel that I'm really not the person to be writing this and especially not in this blog - this blog is mostly filled with all of my anxietyattacks and heartaches and so on and so on, but someone should tell the world to get a grip.

Sorry