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I may be breaking again
So I’m not entirely sure if I’m having an episode or if I’m just lonely and emotional. Probably both. But the whole 2 and half more days of high school, plus the whole college thing approaching is scaring me. There’s a 50/50 chance of change being possitive. I’m either going to 1.) Go off to college. Have the greatest time of my life. Makes thousands of friends, meet a beautiful girl, make something of myself. Or 2.) I’m going to be ignored, judged, ditched and hated. I’m going to have a psychotic break and wind up moving out west to a ranch by myself to raise cattle and become an alcoholic. I know my friends always tell me its obviously going to be option 1. But they don’t know. I don’t know. No one knows. And I hate it. Reality is a bitch.
gay people have all the best signs
that last one is my favorite.
i wish we had anti gay movements around here so i can do something like this to one of them. haha
No one talks to me anymore.
Seriously. Anon me some deep ass questions all ill answer them. Give me something to think about.
Are you going to "The Beatles: The Lost Concert" movie premier in a few weeks?
AnonymousWhy the fuck would i want to do that
I hate so many things. I hate being counted out. I hate being shoved down. I hate being just a friend. I hate having to listen to you talk about your past relationships like they mean something. I hate that I can’t stop thinking my past relationship meant something. I hate that my ex is perfectly fine. I hate that I can’t find someone new. I hate that its assumed I’m going to fail. I hate that I can’t stand up for myself. I hate that I have to be happy to nurse everyone and their goddamn sister back from the brink of total depression. Why the fuck does everyone fucking turn to me for guidence but when I’m in a goddamn bad mood I’m avoided like I have the plauge. Fuck you. Fuck you all. When the fuck is it my turn to be semi happy? Tomorrow? College? When I’m 50? How about when I just eventually fucking kill myself. Will I be allowed to fucking relax then? Or will I have other fucking zombie fucks asking me for assistence. The world is a bitch. Not just a bitch, a bitch that deserves to be violently raped, slit open and strangled with her own guts. Then have her head slowly cut off with a rusty spoon and sent in a box to her family then they can hang themselves after drowning their children in the bathtub. Fuck the world. Fuck everyone in it. I hope to god the world ends in 2012. If not I’m going to murder someone. Soon. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. I’m done now.
