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TIRED OF THIS SICKENING TOWN AND THE BULLSHIT IT BRINGS.

Posted by anonymous at August 24, 2011
Tags: 2011 August  Meaninglessness

Hate my school. Hate my fucking little drama town. Hate that I dont have money. I hate my hair. I hate my nose. I hate the fact that no one has ever loved me. No boy has ever tried to even talk to me to see what im like. Im not atractive to anyone. Sucks being a teenager and it sucks even more when yor parents are always trying to control you. I know these problems seem stupid but they matter to me. My life is empty, it has no prpuse. It just goes. Just like that. Fucking with my mind every single day on why was I born, on why am I in this world. A poontless drama town where everyone judges yo no matter what you do to try to fit in. The worst feeling of all is not to have true firend. The worst feeling of the worst feeling is not having someone to kiss, to hug, to count on, to hangout, to tell your secret, to act sexy with, to laugh, to cry… That is the sad thing. Also, I;m trapped.. sometimes I try to escape with alcohol but it just make it worse. I feel sadder everyday. Just want to take a break and breathe ot of this town all by myself. Need to spend time on my own, meet new people, discover, touch, smell, play. Experience. This town is making sicker and sicker everyday. Im tired of the bulshit the drama and the pintless shit people bring. I'm tired of the fucking routine. I just want to go away. I just want a true friend. I just want someone to love me. I just want some time with myself. Gosh, I cant handle crying every night for apparently no reason. There is no reason. Tears just fall because my body cant hadle the pain anymore. IM FUCKING TIRES. LIFE REALLY DO SUCKS.


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By Mister B-Don at 26,Oct,11 13:02

I agree on some of the things you said. People where I live pretend to be your friend or pretend they care for you, but deep down inside they are fuckin phony and fake and only care about themselves. It's the same old routine where I live, and I can't wait to get the fuck up out of here cause I'm never comin back the only thing I recieved while living here is bullshit. I don't have friends I have associates. Motherfuckers is simple and don't want shit out of life. Nothing but a bunch of bullshit and they wonder why motherfuckers go crazy this shitty ass state has nothing to offer.


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