May 19, 2005 12:49
I'm standing in front of the middle schoolers, my sister an my friend and a few teachers, including Mr. Gotshall and I start saying things.
Things that relate to my topic and presentation, but probably are coming out all wrong, because I've got the vaguest idea of what they even mean.
I feel like that person that people say is fucked up. Everyone is drilling into my head that I'm a terrible fucked-person, and I start to believe it.
I try to say that it isn't true, but in the end it all means the same, and nothing ever goes unnoticed.
So I really hate how this is working for me.
I'm starting to think that I'm a foreign exchange student and I barely speak or can write english or something.
But I can't necessarily speak a different language or something.
So it's all really fucked...
I suck so bad; no body understands this shit:
I hate myself, oh yeah boohooo...like that's a surprise...and I hate life.
You've got this depressive freak who hates herself and you've also got school, life and other shit to add to it.
So what's the result?
A suicidal depressive, fucked-up, foreign exchange failure...
you've got me...