fuck it all, everything. im sick of the ups and downs, the ups just get my hopes up and then when the downs come i feel like shit.
nothings easy anymore, everyone has it great and everyone has it bad. nothing is certain anymore, i dont know what i'm doing half the time, i'm just watching time go by and while i think im having a great time theres always something telling me to be guilty for that fun. or that fun that i think can turn into something better is just a waste of my time. when i think about it thats all im doing, is just wasting my time. everything is a fucking choice now. i have to fucking choose my friends, i cant just be friends with whoever i want and have everything a-okay. i cant have anything desirable because it wouldnt work that way. no one understands what im saying and i like it that way. im sick and i feel alone and shitty. i hate school and my job. i dont know what doing anything is worth anymore. im writing a sonnet for an emo wristcutter, yet i dont care what you think.
this is me talking, maybe its the fever or the fact that it feels like ive only slept 20 minutes all week. even though its been longer than that. everyone have a dandy weekend, enjoy it, sink it in.
and have a a great night, and suck my dick
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