That's all it is, these random spits of depression. I'm a typically content person. I don't complain about my life all that much.. it's actually pretty good. I have my family, have some good friends, a job, opportunities..
But it's never enough anymore.
When is it my turn to feel, oh iunno, complete? I guess.
Listen to me sounding all emo and s**t.
I hate people who write s**t like this.. but it's bottled up and I want to get it out. Hate me if you want. I don't give a damn either way. I've been able to deal with idiots alone before, why would that change now.
Matter of fact, ******** You.
Yeaaaaaa ******** YOU!
Don't even know anymore.
Kinda pathetic I'm resorting to Gaia to help solve my life problems.
sigh
I'm lonely.
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But it's never enough anymore.
When is it my turn to feel, oh iunno, complete? I guess.
Listen to me sounding all emo and s**t.
I hate people who write s**t like this.. but it's bottled up and I want to get it out. Hate me if you want. I don't give a damn either way. I've been able to deal with idiots alone before, why would that change now.
Matter of fact, ******** You.
Yeaaaaaa ******** YOU!
Don't even know anymore.
Kinda pathetic I'm resorting to Gaia to help solve my life problems.
sigh
I'm lonely.
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