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It's me against the world, I'm so fucked. My interview with the arts school is tomorrow... what am i gonna do?
"Hello, I know that it says I have 40 absences but you see- I've been depressed, therefore it should be quietly swept under the rug."
I WANT TO BE A BETTER WRITER, I WANT TO FIND A WAY TO EXPRESS MYSELF, I WANT TO BE TAUGHT HOW TO FACE MY PROBLEMS INSTEAD OF BEING TOLD TO!!!! WHEN WILL I STOP RUNNING AWAY?
There's no doubt about it, I made myself into the person I am today. This is not the work of anyone around me, despite the fact that I am a very easily influenced person- but that is my fault as well. So many fucking lies, how do I lie to myself so well? How could I have done this to myself and then hate me for it? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG and HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO CORRECT IT? I can't stop thinking, can't stop worrying, can't stop the jealousy, can't stop the pain, can't stop any of it. I feel like I'm being forced to sit back and watch the story of my life unfold in a devastating situation. I can't escape my own mind, all i do is think and analyze and search for the deeper meaning. Yet, when asked to create a fictional set of multi-layered circumstances, i'm inept. I feel like a shell of a person, who can't even be aesthetically pleasing to balance out the hideous insides. I shut myself out of the world, out of MY world. No one tells me what I want to hear because I can't hear it. There's no way, there's just no way. What am I gonna do? What's gonna happen next? Where's my hero? Where's my light at the end of the tunnel? Is there one? Am I right? Are they right? Have i been cursed with absolutely no knowledge regarding my own well being?
what.... the.... fuck.....
"Hello, I know that it says I have 40 absences but you see- I've been depressed, therefore it should be quietly swept under the rug."
I WANT TO BE A BETTER WRITER, I WANT TO FIND A WAY TO EXPRESS MYSELF, I WANT TO BE TAUGHT HOW TO FACE MY PROBLEMS INSTEAD OF BEING TOLD TO!!!! WHEN WILL I STOP RUNNING AWAY?
There's no doubt about it, I made myself into the person I am today. This is not the work of anyone around me, despite the fact that I am a very easily influenced person- but that is my fault as well. So many fucking lies, how do I lie to myself so well? How could I have done this to myself and then hate me for it? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG and HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO CORRECT IT? I can't stop thinking, can't stop worrying, can't stop the jealousy, can't stop the pain, can't stop any of it. I feel like I'm being forced to sit back and watch the story of my life unfold in a devastating situation. I can't escape my own mind, all i do is think and analyze and search for the deeper meaning. Yet, when asked to create a fictional set of multi-layered circumstances, i'm inept. I feel like a shell of a person, who can't even be aesthetically pleasing to balance out the hideous insides. I shut myself out of the world, out of MY world. No one tells me what I want to hear because I can't hear it. There's no way, there's just no way. What am I gonna do? What's gonna happen next? Where's my hero? Where's my light at the end of the tunnel? Is there one? Am I right? Are they right? Have i been cursed with absolutely no knowledge regarding my own well being?
what.... the.... fuck.....