I'm getting more and more depressed by the minute...
You know, I really do hate my life. I know that there are probably people out there who have it worse than me, but by just being who I am, it's like my misery is just intensified to the utmost extreme...and it's starting to annoy the hell out of me.
I am thinking about getting a lobodomy...
Sigh
I don't want to go back to that crap excuse for a high school we call Potomac. Don't want to go to Government and do busy work that teaches me nothing. Don't want to go to English and listen to Hayden's barely audible voice. Don't wanna see that British dude that teaches me math. And I especially don't wanna see the only man I know who has PMS and kisses my ex-crush's ass...
I was just reading this book on tough love and I skimmed over the section on Suicide. The author discussed how suicidal teens live in a fantasy world and how irrational we are. Well, as you can imagine, I just wanted to talk to that dude in person and tell him to f$*% off...So what if I live in my dreams? They are a lot nicer than this hell hole we call life...sometimes I'm just overwhelmed with such contempt for myself and humanity. I mean, can you really blame us for living in such a fictional world. I know personally that I am well aware that I'm not going to magically awake in some utopia of bliss and that I will live happily ever after. Life does not work that way. So why should I waste my time trying to cope and be optimisic and accept my mediocre fate? It's funny...whenever I do try to "look on the bright side", people are always like "You have to be realistic". Well no shit. If I were to say what I really though, that same person would just tell me that I was being a pessimist.
I have to pee...
I am thinking about getting a lobodomy...
Sigh
I don't want to go back to that crap excuse for a high school we call Potomac. Don't want to go to Government and do busy work that teaches me nothing. Don't want to go to English and listen to Hayden's barely audible voice. Don't wanna see that British dude that teaches me math. And I especially don't wanna see the only man I know who has PMS and kisses my ex-crush's ass...
I was just reading this book on tough love and I skimmed over the section on Suicide. The author discussed how suicidal teens live in a fantasy world and how irrational we are. Well, as you can imagine, I just wanted to talk to that dude in person and tell him to f$*% off...So what if I live in my dreams? They are a lot nicer than this hell hole we call life...sometimes I'm just overwhelmed with such contempt for myself and humanity. I mean, can you really blame us for living in such a fictional world. I know personally that I am well aware that I'm not going to magically awake in some utopia of bliss and that I will live happily ever after. Life does not work that way. So why should I waste my time trying to cope and be optimisic and accept my mediocre fate? It's funny...whenever I do try to "look on the bright side", people are always like "You have to be realistic". Well no shit. If I were to say what I really though, that same person would just tell me that I was being a pessimist.
I have to pee...