The bitches are at my house...
Make them leave, right now. The little one got her lip pierced and I hope it gets infected. I want them gone because I find their very presence annoying and irritating.
So...I really wanted to post an optimistic happy entry, but that's not possible. I'm really fucking depressed right now, and I have no clue why. It's just like when I was in middle school, only worse because I feel so overwhelmed. Today I realized that I was supposed to type the intro to my research paper, and Mr. Woodell basically said that he won't even look at it if its hand written. That combined with the fact that I had the worst migraine in history meant that I spent all of English with my head down and my hands covering my face so nobody would see me crying. Crying seems to be all I ever do anymore. I can't fucking take it much longer. I swear to god I'm going to snap and go off one of these days. I just want to crawl into a hole and disappear so I can stop existing. I feel like I'm constantly on the verge of a panic attack. I just feel like I can't even stand to get out of bed anymore. It just seems like its not even worth it anymore. Nothing seems like its worth it anymore and don't think I can deal with feeling like this for much longer. Not even listening to my "happy music" makes me feel better. So much for trying to be upbeat.
So...I really wanted to post an optimistic happy entry, but that's not possible. I'm really fucking depressed right now, and I have no clue why. It's just like when I was in middle school, only worse because I feel so overwhelmed. Today I realized that I was supposed to type the intro to my research paper, and Mr. Woodell basically said that he won't even look at it if its hand written. That combined with the fact that I had the worst migraine in history meant that I spent all of English with my head down and my hands covering my face so nobody would see me crying. Crying seems to be all I ever do anymore. I can't fucking take it much longer. I swear to god I'm going to snap and go off one of these days. I just want to crawl into a hole and disappear so I can stop existing. I feel like I'm constantly on the verge of a panic attack. I just feel like I can't even stand to get out of bed anymore. It just seems like its not even worth it anymore. Nothing seems like its worth it anymore and don't think I can deal with feeling like this for much longer. Not even listening to my "happy music" makes me feel better. So much for trying to be upbeat.