5:59 p.m. - 2001-06-20
Starvation
Sometimes I sit back and I look at my life. I look at the people I interact with on a daily basis. The roomates I hate. The people who pretend to be my friends. I look at what I am, what I've been, and what my future will be. And I just think, jesus fucking christ, this is my life.
I bitch alot. If you hadn't noticed, but I hardly ever bitch about the things that are actually going on. If I told people half the bullshit problems and drama going on, they'd prolly stop talking to me.
And yeah theres somethings I can change. But it usually just creates a doorway for nine other things to happen.
This is my life.
Plain and simple.
They say people who commit suicide go to hell. Which would scare me if I wasn't an atheist.
It didn't stop me last time(s) and if it wasn't for the fucking do-gooders of the world I woulnd't have to deal with this shit. I'd be nice and happy in my coffin somewhere. To feel nothing. God.
This is my life.
What a fucking joke.
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