strange
April 6th, 2011, 09:13 PM
I hate myself, and I wish I could die. Seriously. I hate living all day, and I feel like I have to fake every laugh and smile most days. But the worst part is that there are minutes, hours, even one or two days where I'll feel perfectly happy and fine, because once in my life something is actually going right, and then something will come up and ruin it all. Its like lifes saying "Well here, this is what your life COULD be like, but only when hell freezes over will it stay like that." and like when they have those giveaways and you think, "well hey! I just one a new car!" and they go and say "well, you still need to pay 80% on it," and you end up spending more than what you hoped on a thing that's pretty to look at, but probably is going to last you only a year or two before it breaks down on a highway or something. Lessons learned here; nothing lasts forever, and everything comes with a price.
I think the worst part of it all is how everything will switch between good and bad. Its like make up your fucking mind. Either make me happier or kill me now, because who the hell wants to live in a world wondering when a happy moment happens, how long its going to last and what's going to come along and ruin it. Its not like I wake up each morning thinking each day's going to be terrible, there has been times where I've thought, "well, nothing can ruin this," or "I'm going to try my best to be happy," but it NEVER WORKS. No matter what I do, no matter what I think, no matter HOW HARD I TRY, nothing works out for me. Lesson here; no matter how hard you try, in the end its not your decision whether your life turns out good or bad.
Then there are my "best friends". As if. They abandoned me when I first started missing school because I was depressed. Its not like they were asking what was wrong or asking if they could help, or even offering advice or anything, no, they just left me in the dirt and forgot about me. I haven't seen them in weeks, and quite frankly, I could care less. I'm done with them now, and I think I'm done with people altogether. I'm going to stop trying to be Miss Postive, Miss oh-well-its-not-that-bad, Miss let-me-help-you-with-that. Its not like they have ever done anything for me, so why should I continue to kiss their asses while they make snide remarks behind my back. I don't think there is anyone in this world who I truly do trust. Lessons here; trust nobody, and every one in this world is a liar, whether they want to be or not.
And I know this isn't the most pleasent thing to read, and you know what? I could care less. I wrote this for myself, to vent. I guess you could call this a "cry for help," but have I asked for help? No. Trust me, I"ve heard it all; "Oh, its okay sweetheart, just keep your chin up and everything will turn out alright," or "Ask your mom or friend or teacher for help, they can help you." Or they will even tell me that they could talk to someone, and then point me to the nearest teen help phoneline. Honestly, I'm done with it all. Talking about it isn't going to make everything alright, and sitting on my ass isn't going to make it alright either (I still do anyways) Lesson here; no matter what anyone tells me, I'm still just a whiny little brat with no life, who goes on the internet venting her anger to complete strangers. Not nothing new, not anything that anyone really does care about. Like I said before, I wrote this for myself, so you could either read it and maybe learn something about life, or send it to everyone you know so you and your friends could laugh at sadness. Either way, I'm done with life. I wish I could just end it all.
I think the worst part of it all is how everything will switch between good and bad. Its like make up your fucking mind. Either make me happier or kill me now, because who the hell wants to live in a world wondering when a happy moment happens, how long its going to last and what's going to come along and ruin it. Its not like I wake up each morning thinking each day's going to be terrible, there has been times where I've thought, "well, nothing can ruin this," or "I'm going to try my best to be happy," but it NEVER WORKS. No matter what I do, no matter what I think, no matter HOW HARD I TRY, nothing works out for me. Lesson here; no matter how hard you try, in the end its not your decision whether your life turns out good or bad.
Then there are my "best friends". As if. They abandoned me when I first started missing school because I was depressed. Its not like they were asking what was wrong or asking if they could help, or even offering advice or anything, no, they just left me in the dirt and forgot about me. I haven't seen them in weeks, and quite frankly, I could care less. I'm done with them now, and I think I'm done with people altogether. I'm going to stop trying to be Miss Postive, Miss oh-well-its-not-that-bad, Miss let-me-help-you-with-that. Its not like they have ever done anything for me, so why should I continue to kiss their asses while they make snide remarks behind my back. I don't think there is anyone in this world who I truly do trust. Lessons here; trust nobody, and every one in this world is a liar, whether they want to be or not.
And I know this isn't the most pleasent thing to read, and you know what? I could care less. I wrote this for myself, to vent. I guess you could call this a "cry for help," but have I asked for help? No. Trust me, I"ve heard it all; "Oh, its okay sweetheart, just keep your chin up and everything will turn out alright," or "Ask your mom or friend or teacher for help, they can help you." Or they will even tell me that they could talk to someone, and then point me to the nearest teen help phoneline. Honestly, I'm done with it all. Talking about it isn't going to make everything alright, and sitting on my ass isn't going to make it alright either (I still do anyways) Lesson here; no matter what anyone tells me, I'm still just a whiny little brat with no life, who goes on the internet venting her anger to complete strangers. Not nothing new, not anything that anyone really does care about. Like I said before, I wrote this for myself, so you could either read it and maybe learn something about life, or send it to everyone you know so you and your friends could laugh at sadness. Either way, I'm done with life. I wish I could just end it all.