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I feel like being depressed is the most passe thing you can do.
People still give you their pity and all of that, but i can see their eyes rolling. I can see my own eyes rolling. At everyone, and at myself.
But oh, empathy. It makes everything alright. All of this depression nonsense; it goes on because people keep empathizing with one another about their imaginary problems. I have an armload of imaginary problems, and I guess I love to bitch about them. I almost wish people would stop trying to see them, because I don't even want to see them anymore.I am so bored of whining.
Maybe if we all started caring about real problems and discard pety depression--start putting down our fucking SENELESS baggage for good-- and learn how to be human beings, everything can really be okay.
But can it? doubtful. I can honestly say of the hundreds of people I know,
almost NONE of them are real, true human beings in my eyes.
now if it wasn't at all obvious, I've had a shitty weekend. I could have seen chiodos and the fall of troy friday, and saturday, which I had very much been looking foward to, but instead I settled for a couple of nights that were absolute shit in comparison to what they should have been.
Then to make it all better! I had planned to go see them today. this afternoon at the continental. But last night my mother reminds me.........
we're going to CT to celebrate my grandpas birthday!
dinner is at 5, we're leaving at about 12:30 so we'll have PLENTY of time to fuck around and do nothing around Heidi's school and at her apartment
for no reason.
when I could be seeing an excellent show. But instead, I'll be eating the most unnecessary $50 dinner that will promise I gain like 3 pounds in one meal.
FUCKING EXCELLENT. I guess we're leaving now.
kill me.
People still give you their pity and all of that, but i can see their eyes rolling. I can see my own eyes rolling. At everyone, and at myself.
But oh, empathy. It makes everything alright. All of this depression nonsense; it goes on because people keep empathizing with one another about their imaginary problems. I have an armload of imaginary problems, and I guess I love to bitch about them. I almost wish people would stop trying to see them, because I don't even want to see them anymore.I am so bored of whining.
Maybe if we all started caring about real problems and discard pety depression--start putting down our fucking SENELESS baggage for good-- and learn how to be human beings, everything can really be okay.
But can it? doubtful. I can honestly say of the hundreds of people I know,
almost NONE of them are real, true human beings in my eyes.
now if it wasn't at all obvious, I've had a shitty weekend. I could have seen chiodos and the fall of troy friday, and saturday, which I had very much been looking foward to, but instead I settled for a couple of nights that were absolute shit in comparison to what they should have been.
Then to make it all better! I had planned to go see them today. this afternoon at the continental. But last night my mother reminds me.........
we're going to CT to celebrate my grandpas birthday!
dinner is at 5, we're leaving at about 12:30 so we'll have PLENTY of time to fuck around and do nothing around Heidi's school and at her apartment
for no reason.
when I could be seeing an excellent show. But instead, I'll be eating the most unnecessary $50 dinner that will promise I gain like 3 pounds in one meal.
FUCKING EXCELLENT. I guess we're leaving now.
kill me.