Without realizing what the actual heck I was doing, I scribbled these angry words on my paper. I don't know anymore. I thought after so many months, I'd be free from the depression that has bugged me so much at the start of the year. I thought I had solved everything, and made everything alright. But fate just had to play with me. I am so tired, really really tired, physically and mentally. I'm sick of these mind games and lies from "friends" and teachers and adults and just fucking every single one of the humans on Earth. I use to only cry when I'm alone, but now I have the urge to cry even when there are people around me who are thinking that I'm having "fun".
Everyone treats me like a joke, because I'm "sarcastic", "funny" and "thick-skinned". You want to laugh at me? Go ahead. It doesn't hurt your little mind but it hurts my already bruised heart. All of you just had to be so fake, so fake that your acts are so transparent. I just want to find someone sincere and understands me. I just want that one simple soul to accompany me, be my support for the rest of my life. I believe I deserve to have that soulmate, and so do everyone on Earth. I am so sick and tired of people I have stopped throwing tantrums at them, shunning myself away from crowds etc. Instead, I try to mix around, hopelessly trying to find myself. It doesn't work. What they said about "standing up after you fall" doesn't fucking work. I'm so tired.
I believe that those people who seem close to me right now aren't really my friends just because they genuinely like me. If they do, they wouldn't do so much things to hurt me, and even if I apparently told them about it, they ignored it. They treated me like a joke, a lifeless puppet that they could throw away when I'm old and worn out, and use when I'm pretty and entertaining. I am so sick of these people, so sick of these acts. So damn sick of the drama. I am a twisted human being, because I've seen so much beyond what I should have seen. I'm not mature like they say, I am insane. Absolutely insane. Is it just me or that my "friends" seem to always tell me lies to pamper me and cover up those holes with even more holes. I have really bad trust issues because I tend to see things in a deeper way, and it gets me crazy because I can't make the right judgement about everyone. Its so frustrating.
Its even more frustrating when I always make the wrong decisions. Like I chose to believe these people because they've told me about themselves "honestly" and they seem to treat me fine. I chose to believe them, when they confide in me, I gave a lot, a lot of suggestions. But they don't work, they either tell me opposite things or tell me that they're okay and still fucking come and show obvious hints that they want fucking attention from me. Yes I get it, you're faking pity just for me to feel guilty, you just want me to fucking comfort you and make you feel better. Sorry, I did fell for all your tricks, insolent bitches.
Every single time.
But when I need help, who was there for me? Laughs they can't even see through my fake smiles. They can't. They're just that shallow of a human being. I don't want to deal with these people anymore. I want to get good grades and get out of here real fast. The people in the other places might give me a place where I belong. But a buzzing city full of lies and doubts doesn't suit me. Maybe I should go and be a farmer or something.
Recently I'm having really bad headaches and muscle cramps. My mind seems to be buzzing with thoughts and sometimes while walking, I have this dizzy feeling and I feel like something inside my mind exploded. Maybe its just me.
I want to end this post here, finished ranting. Lets just hope those cunts don't find my blog and spread it out to everyone. But if you are lucky enough to come across my blogpost, feel free to confront me about any of the fucking details and I don't fucking care if you want to retort about any content that I've posted.











