two.three.

I do not love people any more.
Because people are the most god damn selfish animal in the world.
We've all got so many things to fucking live for.
We were brought into this world for a reason.
Maybe not all of us were wanted, and maybe not all of us are treated like fucking royalty.
I know that I have hated my life for so long, but I've realized something.
YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT IF YOU THINK DYING IS THE ONLY ANSWER TO LIVING AN UNSATISFACTORY LIFE.
Because if you're not happy with your life or who you are, or what you've made yourself...
TOO DAMN BAD, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THE SHIT YOU DID TO MAKE YOURSELF THAT WAY.
Whine whine whine.
My brother is sitting on a fucking island where he doesn't control his life.
He breathes when he's told to. He eats when he's told to. He fucking showers and gets ready for the morning in ten minutes.
On a good day.
And yet, all of us teenagers and "adults"(that fucking 18-24 age range) sit around and complain about the same material shit day in and day out.
Your life is so hard, isn't it? It's just so god damn fucking hard, and we all know you can't handle it.
So let's treat you like you're a fucking baby again, yeah?


By the way. I'm fucking DONE.
Unless your name is Kady, last name is Newman, or are one of the few kids that know what is special about May 16th; get the fuck out of my life.
I don't need to worry about you.