Another depression story..
Well, here's how I make it...I do drugs...Not a lot...I've never been much the drug guy, but still....Look at me, I'm a fucking waste. I hate my god damned life. This is me fucking venting...Roxanne isn't my friend because I do drugs. She told Chris, and now look...He might not be my friend anymore. There was this girl named Sam that I've meto ff of VF a couple of weeks ago. We started talking, and I grew to like her. A lot...Like, she is my dream woman...But the thing is, she has a boyfriend. So, her friend Nichole said that she's liking me so much that she is thinking of breaking up with him for me...Well, on and on, we keep talking on the phone, and all that. I guess I'm weak..Really, I liked her a lot. And so we met Saturday at the mall, hung out for an hour...She barely talked...I talked to her, she barely responded...Nichole talked to me every now and then, but she kept staring at me, and that was kind of weirding me out. And so here I am, fucked up....Talking to her, and so she finally tells me she doesn't want to date me because she doesn't want to lose me as a friend if we break up. Well, I felt bad because I told her I was quiting, and look at me....I really think I hate my life....I want to do so much, but everyone's wanting to stop me from doing all this negative shit...I don't know if I should beat them shit-less or just continue on...I tried asking her if she'd even want to give it a chance, she didn't. When I heard that, I felt my heart shatter. So here I am now. I am telling EVERYONE That I will stay single because It's obvious that if I can't even get my dream girl, that there's no way in hell I can get anyone else. You'll tell me that ,"Oh that isn't true, it'll come one day." Well, here's your shot of fucking reality, it doesn't. Everyone doesn't get what they want. Most people do end up alone. And with that, I hope I fucking die one day....