Just some stupid bullshit because I needed to vent. Sorry to bother you, watty

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If you’re expecting beautiful words stitched together in some elegant manner forget it. This isn’t some stupid love poem. This isn’t a fluff piece. It’s really nothing at all except some dumb baby whining her ass off. But what can I say?
I’m too young to feel like shit.

Let’s reflect. Half the time – more often than not – my life isn’t even a life. It’s just me laying here like a bitch, sobbing until I can’t breathe. Til my fucking throat is practically closed off from all air. And I’m sitting here and I’m thinking “Well, fuck. All I ever do is drive people away. Annoy them, bug them, demand for their attention when they just need to get rid of me.” Shit. My friends are fucking soldiers for putting up with me.

Can’t go to class, can’t do the work. Too stupid. Too lazy. Too broken. I’m too young to feel like shit…

But here we are. Can you blame them for cutting ties? Hell, maybe Mom was right…

And no matter what you say it’s always the same. Nothing's ever gonna change. Everyone moves forward while I’m stuck here in the same fucking place I’ve always been. Because I’m afraid. So fucking afraid…

I can’t make it. Can’t do anything right. Can’t do anything for myself. Fucking baby. Loser. I’d be dead within in an hour of leaving this place. So I’m stuck here forever, while they all move on and forget.
Damn… I’m too young to feel like shit. But I do… 

And maybe I could go on and on and on forever, complaining and whining and driving readers mad too… but I won’t. It doesn’t matter anyway. It never did. I’ve never been anything special. Nothing important. Nothing significant. Maybe I’ll just lay here and wait to die, because what’s the point of getting up when you know you’ll ruin everything anyways?

Too young to feel like shit…Yet, here we are. I feel like shit.