Life as we know it sucks

I Don't Remember Anything

Current Mood: throbbing headache...can't think of a mood

Current Music: none

If I was in a metal band I would . . .

Kill myself. I'd kill myself anyway. *nods* I'd kill myself if I were in any band. I would just kill myself for being me. Sound good? Yes.

I feel like Christina Ricci (and supposedly look like her) on that movie "Pumpkin." Everyone should blame me for everything even if it's not my fault. Most of the time it is my fault, but sometimes it isn't. You know?

Breaking Christopher's and Shane's hearts is my fault. But my mom forgetting to do something, however, is not. She chooses to blame that and everything else that goes wrong on me. *sigh*

You know what really sucks? I feel like none of last week never happened. Like skipping this gay ass class and five days off from school altogether seems like it didn't even happen.

The only good thing that came out of this conflict was that my old friend unblocked me. I don't feel like I knew him at all . . . because I don't even remember what it's like to be happy or excited about school or even anything about him.

I have no friends. No friends at all. I have Danny and Melissa and Joseph . . . that's it? Sure, Shane is my friend . . . but what happened to my best friend? Why did she have to move? Move away from me and make me depressed and unhappy. Sure it's not her fault, but I just hate that she had to go and leave me here to fend for myself. I don't make friends that easily and the ones I do, I always seem to lose.

I'm sick of being depressed . . . for three or four long ass, neverending years. *sigh*

Life as we know it . . . sucks.

Yours Truly
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"I love you" is only 8 letters . . . then again, so is "bullshit."