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I was thinking today...I've thought about this for a while. It seems like nearly everytime I'm depressed it's because I'm not measuring up to other people's standards. Why can't I be happy with my OWN standards (or morals or whatever the hell you want to call them)... most of the time I guess I'm feeling pretty good, but when I realize what other people sometimes think of me I get shot down. i.e. Topaz and Brittany joking around in art class saying I'll die a virgin just because I'm not so fucking horny like many people. Or not playing the most popular music in the morning just so I can be accepted by everyone else (which is a crock of BS). Times like these make me want to give up on humanity...at least temporarily. And myself, for not feeling "human" enough.
I'm sick of this....fucking mood swings.
Also - Melissa, if you're reading this, I'm sorry I forgot to call you last night. I was online but not on AIM, signing up to take the SAT. Maybe I'll talk to you this weekend?
I'm sick of this....fucking mood swings.
Also - Melissa, if you're reading this, I'm sorry I forgot to call you last night. I was online but not on AIM, signing up to take the SAT. Maybe I'll talk to you this weekend?