Fuck My Life
wtf is wrong with me?
why do i always choose to be friends with people that don't even like me? why am i always left out? am i just not "fun" enough? this is the shit that makes me depressed. the shit that makes me want to scream at everyone i know. ask them what the fuck i did. why do they bother talking to me or inviting me to come over if they don't even care if i'm there? what is it about me that makes people do this to me over and over again, where ever i go? i thought i left all of this behind when i left high school. i even made a point to go to a collage 3 hours away, where i didn't know anyone. so i could start anew. now that i'm in the same position i was before, i've come to the conclusion that it must be me. there must be something wrong with me that makes this happen. the thing is, i don't know what the fuck it is. how do i change something if i don't know what needs to be changed? and i'm not sure if i could even change if i wanted to.
it just scares me that i might be like this the rest of my life. and what kind of life is that?
why do i always choose to be friends with people that don't even like me? why am i always left out? am i just not "fun" enough? this is the shit that makes me depressed. the shit that makes me want to scream at everyone i know. ask them what the fuck i did. why do they bother talking to me or inviting me to come over if they don't even care if i'm there? what is it about me that makes people do this to me over and over again, where ever i go? i thought i left all of this behind when i left high school. i even made a point to go to a collage 3 hours away, where i didn't know anyone. so i could start anew. now that i'm in the same position i was before, i've come to the conclusion that it must be me. there must be something wrong with me that makes this happen. the thing is, i don't know what the fuck it is. how do i change something if i don't know what needs to be changed? and i'm not sure if i could even change if i wanted to.
it just scares me that i might be like this the rest of my life. and what kind of life is that?