I feel really down...
yeah..real down..so low.
I just don't want to do anything anymore. I want to quit school and I don't want to work. I just want to sit here and sleep...and eat...that's it. I don't want to do anything
but then I do. I want to graduate and become a teacher. It's the inbetween now and then that I don't like. I don't want responsibility and work. Way back when, no one had to go to school. No one was forced to. It was a choice..parents didn't force it. I'm an adult and I can't make my own decisions. Yeah..my decisions may not always be good ones, but they're mine. I'd like to not be forced to do something and get yelled at if I don't want to do it.
I started crying at work because all of these thoughts went through my head and I just burst out and crouched on the floor of the kitchen. So much was going on around me that I couldn't stand it. So..they let me go home. Here I am at home now on a friday night when I should be working, making money. But no..I'm here...at home..about to stuff my face with whatever I can find. Now I know what kind of feelings people go through when they just don't want to care anymore.
It's my decision now to stop typing
I just don't want to do anything anymore. I want to quit school and I don't want to work. I just want to sit here and sleep...and eat...that's it. I don't want to do anything
but then I do. I want to graduate and become a teacher. It's the inbetween now and then that I don't like. I don't want responsibility and work. Way back when, no one had to go to school. No one was forced to. It was a choice..parents didn't force it. I'm an adult and I can't make my own decisions. Yeah..my decisions may not always be good ones, but they're mine. I'd like to not be forced to do something and get yelled at if I don't want to do it.
I started crying at work because all of these thoughts went through my head and I just burst out and crouched on the floor of the kitchen. So much was going on around me that I couldn't stand it. So..they let me go home. Here I am at home now on a friday night when I should be working, making money. But no..I'm here...at home..about to stuff my face with whatever I can find. Now I know what kind of feelings people go through when they just don't want to care anymore.
It's my decision now to stop typing