I don't even care about writing in some shit style right now. It's not a headache anymore, it's a fucking heartache.
My life may not be that bad compared to many people, but I'm the one that has to live it. You know what, I'm newly employed, for this I am greatful, I have a bunch of really close friends, that too, I am eternally greatful for, but damn, I fucking hate my life right now.
I have possibly fucked up one of those great friendships and for what? Not enough, that's what.
I know none of you will care about this, I don't care, I just need to get this crap out in some way and without telling people that are too close to the situation. I may come across as extremely narcicistic, but that's because I am (notice how many sentences start with "I"). I'm not asking for sympathy or anything, seriously, I just need to type this out without people I know personally reading it. I have a journal/diary type thing, but hand writing is too slow to satisfy the urge to release my rediculous pain.
Anyway, I had fun dancing, great! (that is sarcastic, though it was fun, it hardly makes up for what I am feeling now).
RAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
I wish I could clone myself, Piccolo style so I could beat the shit out of myself.
Someday, I hope, I will learn to deal with my retarded issues. These issues aren't anything new to me, I have been aware of them for fucking ages, but I can't seem to do anything about them. I r teh geniust!11!!!LOLZ)RZ!!!!1!
GRR!
Though I hope I never go through whatever pain you may feel, I really wouldn't wish this upon anyone, not even people I hate. Actually, I especially wouldn't wish this upon people I hate as I would then have to feel sorry for them, at least I would feel ok comforting a friend through this crap.
Things might be ok soon, but this is too much to deal with right now, I don't need this, but I let it happen and grought it upon myself, way to fucking go *real name censored*, you dumb fuck.
Sleep well everyone, I know I won't.