||[Mar. 4th, 2005|01:41 am]
bitch trog anarchistic freak
i don't know what it is today but i just don't feel right. i don;t know why i'm here. i don;'t kjnow why i've put up with any of this. i hate my life, i hate a lot of people i know, and i'm just sick to death. i just can;t believe your born into a world just for people to screw you over. there's too many bastards in the world.|
i don;t know though; anyone with half a brain seems to be depressed. i'm getting ill again, there's no escapong that. i can feel it. when i get ill i sleep all the time or don't sleep at all, i never eat and i just want the world to fuck off. the problem is the world does cos a lot of the time its full of stupid bastards and sluts. you make an effort with people, they use you then spit you out. its what friendships about.right now i'm not in the mood for anything and i certainly don;t care. right now i just wish everything was different.
i wish people would get a life. i just wish i could actually talk to someone without feeling like its constantly a test and they;re just measureing you up. i have no idea how i got like this. why i hate myself so much and i can;t find anyway out of this. why the fuck did this happen to me? what the hell exactly did i do wrong? do you have to be punished all the time by assholes ? the world is full of shallow naroow minded little bitches and somehow i let it get to me. and what scares me is i don't even know how it happened.