That got your attention? Good, if not, then I hate you too! 8D

I'm so miserable now, and I know, I know, you all are most likely rolling your eyes and calling me a "Drama Queen" Or "Big ass whiner" and maybe even an "Attention whore". But I need to vent and talk to you guys about some things.

But if you think I'm doing this for attention, or hate hearing me rant and my opinions, then leave now. Because I am in a very sour mood, and I will bitch and quite possibly do something rash if you fuck with me even in the slightiest way possible. And believe me, I may not get mad often, but if you fuck with me, I WILL FUCK YOU BACK MUCH HARDER. And don't even make a joke about that. I want you all to be serious if you will listen.

Ready? Good.

I AM IN THE WORST MOOD EVER! FUCK SAKES! I CAN'T STAND INCOMPETENT IDIOTS! Whenever I talk, sometimes I say something wrong, or stutter, or even say it in the weirdest way. It's not my fault if I can't help but do it, it happens. And people laugh, look at me like I'm a retard or they correct me. Thats really annoying, then I space out sometimes, or forget something and people call me a ditz, or even say "WTF are you stupid?"

GO. TO. HELL.

I've tolerated it long enough, brushed it off, and even ignored it. But seriously, I'm getting annoyed, pissed, etc. I'm not mentally challanged, kiddies. Just because I'd rather stay in my own world and not talk much, doesn't mean I am stupid. It means I feel that talking to you right now would really accomplish nothing.

Then guess what, I finally get a chance to get that job I always wanted. To work at the XS Cargo. 9.50 dollars an hour! Beautiful! Nothing can go wrong!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, they only want me until christmas! Then I'll be unemployed! 8D All because my fucking sister took the job I wanted, when she already dropped the job months ago!

Ahhhh, and then there is the men! I HATE them so much at school! I can't even call them men! Please boys, keep your pants on and keep your Penis in your pants. Yes, I said penis. Penis penis penis penis penis penis. Half the worlds population has them. It's not funny saying it. So shut the fuck up and mature already.

Assholes.

This is why I want older men.

And ladies! Oh you poor dear! You are 100 pounds! You are waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay overweight! Until you can play the xilaphones on them ribs, then you are fat! Stupid cunts. If you're fat, then what am I? Go ahead and puke your fucking brains out, if you have any left. Silly bitches. "OMG I'M A SIZE 3!" "OMG YOU ARE SO FAT!" Morons, the lot of em.

Then school in general is stressing me out. I've handed in all my shit and will probabaly have a 70% average, maybe more. I like my teachers, but I hate the students.

And then I have to come home, lay in bed, and think about my life, and what I've accoimplished, and what a total failure I am. 16. Jobless. Lazy. Loveless. And an outcast from my own family. What a grand life. What a fucking, happy life I live.

I thought if I took less dosed pills, I'd feel much better. But it seems the pills had no effect, it's just me. I'm completely depressed, and I want to talk to someone who won't judge, or be angry or dissappointed in what I have to say. But You guys can't hold me as I cry, and my friends who do live near me judge quickly, which is a fault that they themselves know of.

I can't go to my sister. My dad doesn't understand females and my mom will get mad, then annoyed, then call a doctor or theripist. And I don't want to go to my other family, because one side are all so happy, perfect and beautiful and the other hasn't contacted me in 5-4 years. Plus I don't want to burden Grandma, who is happily gambling at somewhere in florida.

Then I go to sleep, having such nice dreams, filled with happiness and joy, love and wishes come true. Then I have to wake up, and find that it was all my imagination. Then I cry.

I hate it. I usually find my escape in videogames or drawings. But lately it feels as if no one bothers with my drawings anymore, only the people who usually do cause they are too nice. I swear I have near 100 friends, yet only 5 favorites, even if that. But I need to draw a birthday gift for Sarah, then I wanna draw my own shit.

I reeeeeeeally need sleep now. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Goodnight.

Thank you for reading, if you did anyways, if you didn't, then I love ya too. >|(