have you ever had one of those days where you just wanted to stab yourslf repeatedly in the face with a pair of scissors?
welcome to my life. every day is the same god damned feeling. that feeling of.....you know what? i cannot even describe how i feel.
and i'm NOT depressed. depression is for suckers. fucking lame-asses with nothing better to do than to sit around feeling sorry for themselves.
i consider my condition ((if i even have a real one)) far more complex and useful. at least i can fucking FUNCTION if i wanted to.
well more or less. but see...the thing is....i'm sick and fucking tired of functioning. just ONCE i want to throw myself onto the floor and have a screaming insane mother-fucking bitch of a fit.
and i cannot.
FUCK ALL OF YOU
yeah. you too.
i just want to end it all.
what the hell is the point in life anyhow? why do i have to live this....this horrible visible, tangible stink.
day in and day out.
the same fucking thing over and over.
everything's plastic. we're all gonna die
it's true, you know. there's no point in any of this.