Stab me with a fork..

[r0seam0nqth0rnz]

I'm slipping back into depression. Again. I'm so fucking down..I'd glady let someone take my life. I'm such a fucking loser. Why can't I find a job? A fucking retail job! I'm not up to flippin burgers or taking orders over a mic. No thanks. Too fast paced for my laid-back self. I'm really a disappointment. Mikey is the one working his ass off so that maybe we can live together. What am I doing? Not a damn thing. I feel like I'm useless. This blows. Why can't it just be fucking July already. It's not like anything is going to happen at all summer. All I can see is me getting more detached and depressed. I'll be dead by the time Mikey even shows up. He'll get here and Krystal will have to tell him I took my own miserable life. That'd leave him crushed. Then I'd be a fucking shitty angel, because I'd know that I gave up on what we could have had. BECAUSE I'M WEAK! I always will be. I'm a stupid, naive, weak, ugly..fucking waste of human flesh. And I'm so fucking alone. I can't take being alone. I can't take not going places and instead staying in the house. And what's worse...Indiana can't even get some fucking decent sunshine so I can go and tan outside in the backyard. I'm going to spend all summer writing a shitty novel that nobody will ever read. Never appreciate. When I'm dead and gone..everyone is going to move on and completely forget about me. Nobody realizes that I'm here now. Why would they care if I just ended up missing. I wish I had a gun right now. I want to fucking just let go right FUCKING now. Oh yea, here are some fucking quizzes..Fuckin yay...


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