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Everyone i know has some type of problem.
Im pretty sure everyone does, others are just really good at hiding it.
I was for a while. And i guess my "old friends" still don't know.
I think i might need to be put on some meds or something.
No matter how much i dislike the thought of something messing with the chemicals in my brain.
I think im going to revert back into myself for a month or two until it really doesn't matter what i do.
Comics and video games here i come. O and sleep. Lots of that. Nothing wastes away my life like that.
I know alot of people that want to die.
None of them ever give me a real reason why.
They just DO.
I don't get it.
Well i kinda do.
I want to die alot but i don't.
I don't know why i do or don't, i just don't.
I don't have a drive to live, i don't have a drive to do jack shit.
I don't see why people need a purpse to live. I haven't seen people with very many and everyone else seems to survie.
I don't want to make something of myself, i don't want to change the world, i don't want to do shit.
I guess doing nothing is kinda goal within it's self.
And i guess being all the things i say i am is also a goal.
It's hard to drift through this world with out meaning something to someone.
There are alot of amazing people out there.
There are alot of shitty people out there.
It kinda evens out as you go along.
I feel so helpess again.
I feel so god damn lonely again.
I feel like a shell, i feel like a ghost.
Every where i go people just look right through me.
It hurts.
I can't remember the last time i met some one new that wanted to meet me.
I kinda get it tho.
Who would want to meet some one that hates them self, if they hate them self why should you like them.
I hate how i take every single god damn thing out there so personaly, and an attack on me.
Its a really shitty feeling, feeling that everyone is out to get me.
That everything some one says means something else.
I can sleep for hours on hours and im still just tired.
Doing everything has become such a hassle.
No matter what it is.
I feel like id rather just go home and sleep away everything.
Other then my grandmother.
My father who i won't talk to.
And maybe the few people i talk to any more.
I don't think anyone else give a damn aobut me.
I think that even fewer love me.
Even if love is a waste.
Well.
If anyone asks im not here anymore.
Im pretty sure everyone does, others are just really good at hiding it.
I was for a while. And i guess my "old friends" still don't know.
I think i might need to be put on some meds or something.
No matter how much i dislike the thought of something messing with the chemicals in my brain.
I think im going to revert back into myself for a month or two until it really doesn't matter what i do.
Comics and video games here i come. O and sleep. Lots of that. Nothing wastes away my life like that.
I know alot of people that want to die.
None of them ever give me a real reason why.
They just DO.
I don't get it.
Well i kinda do.
I want to die alot but i don't.
I don't know why i do or don't, i just don't.
I don't have a drive to live, i don't have a drive to do jack shit.
I don't see why people need a purpse to live. I haven't seen people with very many and everyone else seems to survie.
I don't want to make something of myself, i don't want to change the world, i don't want to do shit.
I guess doing nothing is kinda goal within it's self.
And i guess being all the things i say i am is also a goal.
It's hard to drift through this world with out meaning something to someone.
There are alot of amazing people out there.
There are alot of shitty people out there.
It kinda evens out as you go along.
I feel so helpess again.
I feel so god damn lonely again.
I feel like a shell, i feel like a ghost.
Every where i go people just look right through me.
It hurts.
I can't remember the last time i met some one new that wanted to meet me.
I kinda get it tho.
Who would want to meet some one that hates them self, if they hate them self why should you like them.
I hate how i take every single god damn thing out there so personaly, and an attack on me.
Its a really shitty feeling, feeling that everyone is out to get me.
That everything some one says means something else.
I can sleep for hours on hours and im still just tired.
Doing everything has become such a hassle.
No matter what it is.
I feel like id rather just go home and sleep away everything.
Other then my grandmother.
My father who i won't talk to.
And maybe the few people i talk to any more.
I don't think anyone else give a damn aobut me.
I think that even fewer love me.
Even if love is a waste.
Well.
If anyone asks im not here anymore.