extremely cranky.
A flourescent light burns all too brightly above my head, The off-white concerete walls have a glow to them that make me want to pull the blankets over my eyes. The hourglass is running low, along with my motivation. Cigarettes and music provide avoidance for a short time but seem to dent my morale.
I fucking hate my life sometimes. I am so completely ready to throw myself off a bridge. Why is it that me, just me, always needs to pull all nighters or always has to wake up early and go to bed late. Fuck fuck fuck me. I just want to sleep. But apparantly no. I cant. My body is always tired and cant seem to enjoy my waking life.
On top of that people all around me are constantly complaining and i want to fuck them up. At least they get to sleep. A luxury that some of us do not enjoy.
I think people who dont have problems invent them for themselves because they dont want to seem naive and sheltered. Everyone wants that sob story. I have been hearing too many sob stories.
Why do some people feel the need to generate negativity in order to be stable? I just know too many of them.
Fucking random, i know.