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I'm tired, and a little depressed.
So what else is new.
Too much stress. That's my problem. I should just check myself into a mental institution now and save myself the trouble later on. It's quite obvious to me that I will go utterly and completely insane this semester. I don't know what to do with my life, I don't know how to deal with my conflicting extracurriculars, I'm scared I won't get scholarships because the vice-principal hates me, I ruined my reputation as a "good sportsman" by flipping that girl off in front of the principal, I don't understand boys and women, well, they're too much for me at the best of times, let alone now. Good God. I'm a nutcase, I'm living a self destructive cycle that's spinning steadily downwards and I know that soon I'm going to hit rock bottom and break every bone in this abused body.
Why can't I quit this? It hurts my body and makes me hate myself. Why do I put up with these things? Why do I keep trying? What's the point?
I know the point, I can't lie to myself. Beauty and money. The commodities we value the most.
What a stupid, fucked-up society.
That's right, Jessie, blame society for your weakness. C'mon, girl. That's lame.
I'm sicker than you know.
So what else is new.
Too much stress. That's my problem. I should just check myself into a mental institution now and save myself the trouble later on. It's quite obvious to me that I will go utterly and completely insane this semester. I don't know what to do with my life, I don't know how to deal with my conflicting extracurriculars, I'm scared I won't get scholarships because the vice-principal hates me, I ruined my reputation as a "good sportsman" by flipping that girl off in front of the principal, I don't understand boys and women, well, they're too much for me at the best of times, let alone now. Good God. I'm a nutcase, I'm living a self destructive cycle that's spinning steadily downwards and I know that soon I'm going to hit rock bottom and break every bone in this abused body.
Why can't I quit this? It hurts my body and makes me hate myself. Why do I put up with these things? Why do I keep trying? What's the point?
I know the point, I can't lie to myself. Beauty and money. The commodities we value the most.
What a stupid, fucked-up society.
That's right, Jessie, blame society for your weakness. C'mon, girl. That's lame.
I'm sicker than you know.