Look At Me, Depressed While I'm Surrounded By the Happiest People in the World, Writers
I'm procrastinating. It's the American way.
I don't even really know why I'm on here. I don't have anything particularly important to say.
I want to be a writer.
I'm feeling unattractive today. I reek of sweat but I haven't done anything requiring sweating today. Overall just flabby and unattractive. I was told I have 'deep and soulful' eyes but looking at them I don't see it. I need to get thin and buff. I've been trying this year but nothing's happening.
I've been thinking about tattoos lately but I don't have anyplace that's good for a tattoo; atleast one that's reasonably painless.
I'm going to change anti-depressants this week. That should be interesting.
I'm so freaking bored with life. I don't see the point. It seems like my life is going to just be a series of routines that hold no value what-so-ever. Now; I wake up, go to class, do homework, sleep, repeat. Ten years from now it'll probably be; wake up, go to work, sit around the house, sleep, repeat. So it's like what's the point?
I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep up with another 5+ years of college. I feel like I'm having a nervous break down as it is.
GODDAMMIT!
I hate this.
"It's not giant, just in the foreground"
-Marzipan
I don't even really know why I'm on here. I don't have anything particularly important to say.
I want to be a writer.
I'm feeling unattractive today. I reek of sweat but I haven't done anything requiring sweating today. Overall just flabby and unattractive. I was told I have 'deep and soulful' eyes but looking at them I don't see it. I need to get thin and buff. I've been trying this year but nothing's happening.
I've been thinking about tattoos lately but I don't have anyplace that's good for a tattoo; atleast one that's reasonably painless.
I'm going to change anti-depressants this week. That should be interesting.
I'm so freaking bored with life. I don't see the point. It seems like my life is going to just be a series of routines that hold no value what-so-ever. Now; I wake up, go to class, do homework, sleep, repeat. Ten years from now it'll probably be; wake up, go to work, sit around the house, sleep, repeat. So it's like what's the point?
I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep up with another 5+ years of college. I feel like I'm having a nervous break down as it is.
GODDAMMIT!
I hate this.
"It's not giant, just in the foreground"
-Marzipan