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Fuck the world...I hate it all.
I guess I'm being thrown into another depression state again. One of those, I hate everyone, I'm going to sit in my room all day and listen to music, ignoring the world, because everything about it pisses me off. I'm sick of people, all they do is complain about there problems, thinking that nobody has their own and don't give a shit about other peoples. Now, don't get me wrong, I'll listen to your problems and "try" to make you feel better...but it's often nice to have people do the same back, but nobody does. I've also discovered that people are full of shit. I have become aware that people lie more often than I imagined, and not little lies about what you did over the weekend, i mean lies that get to me. It's lies like that, that sometimes make me feel like nobody cares. And I used to think that I wanted people to care about my feelings, care what my opinion or how I think, but I've also come to the conclusion that I don't. I don't give a shit how you people view my opinions, I don't want you to care how I feel. I'm much more content with holding every feeling of depression and rage I have inside of me until I move. Which hopefully I will move in less than 3 years now. I plan on moving immediatly after I graduate, moving to california with a friend I know until I get on my feet, get a job, and forgot everything about this so called "life" here in mesa.
I guess I'm being thrown into another depression state again. One of those, I hate everyone, I'm going to sit in my room all day and listen to music, ignoring the world, because everything about it pisses me off. I'm sick of people, all they do is complain about there problems, thinking that nobody has their own and don't give a shit about other peoples. Now, don't get me wrong, I'll listen to your problems and "try" to make you feel better...but it's often nice to have people do the same back, but nobody does. I've also discovered that people are full of shit. I have become aware that people lie more often than I imagined, and not little lies about what you did over the weekend, i mean lies that get to me. It's lies like that, that sometimes make me feel like nobody cares. And I used to think that I wanted people to care about my feelings, care what my opinion or how I think, but I've also come to the conclusion that I don't. I don't give a shit how you people view my opinions, I don't want you to care how I feel. I'm much more content with holding every feeling of depression and rage I have inside of me until I move. Which hopefully I will move in less than 3 years now. I plan on moving immediatly after I graduate, moving to california with a friend I know until I get on my feet, get a job, and forgot everything about this so called "life" here in mesa.