I know this whole thing is stupid and ridiculous and sometimes I'm just a fucking pain in the ass and why does this shit even matter in the first place since it probably won't matter a few years down the road? Why get so upset and frustrated and shit over it. Why?
Why do I still believe?
On a side note I have wonderful parents. Told them I did not want to fucking talk but they just had to talk about the stuff that I did not wish to talk about the most. It's like you're already trying to keep your emotions in and they're pushing you over the edge.
I also realize I don't have many friends I can talk to about during these moments of time. Like nobody really understands. Nobody says the words that you're dying to hear, or need to hear. But of course I can't blame them, since I've never really opened up to anyone completely before. Will probably never do that I guess. Not like I have many friends to begin with anyway.
They say life is beautiful, and it sure is, when everything goes your way. But the sad truth is it sucks even more when absolutely nothing goes in your way. People say look on the bright side of life but hey, there's no denying the bitter side either. And guess what there are more people suffering than those who are genuinely happy, and I wonder why.
Maybe life just sucks.
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