|
|
|
You know what? ******** life.
I know I've said that many times before but seriously, ******** life.
******** parents, who seem to forget that they were kids and that they did the stupid s**t we still do.
******** juniors and seniors for thinking that they’re so ******** cool and say that ‘freshmen suck’. You were freshman once too, jerk-offs.
******** school, the place where you supposed to express yourself but you’re told to hush up and you’re told what to read and what to write.
And ******** ******** ******** relationships. They only lead to s**t when you’re young.
Music is pretty much my only vice at this point. For all the stupid s**t in my life, all the times I feel the need to cry and need to cheer up I can always turn to Panic At The Disco or Cobra Starship.
Whenever I’m depressed and don’t want to listen to anything remotely happy, I turn to Amy Lee’s ear-molesting voice for some sanity.
I find it silly that I think I was music deprived when I was younger. I was anything but.
The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Clash, X, Joe Tex, U2, Beck, Radiohead, The Offspring., etc.
I listened to all of that when I was in third grade.
I was never music deprived.
--
You know what else gets on my ******** nerves? When everybody knows a certain secret and they say, “Oh, I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.” I get so pissed because every other goddamned person knows except me! It’s irritating and it makes me paranoid.
Why do I say this?
Well, early this morning two of my friends went off and had private time chat, and then Jerry knew something and now Rachel knows something. I am so pissed when people don’t tell me s**t! I want to know something!!
And please don’t flaunt it in my face that you ******** have a secret that you can’t tell me because 1) It pisses me off to no end, and 2) It makes me paranoid.
So you bastards can just have your ******** jolly time with your goddamn secret while I have to sit here and wonder whether or not I should be ******** paranoid.
--
I have decided that I should try and isolate myself from my friends. Which means:
1) No talking to anybody but teachers
2) No contact
3) No nothing
Just to see how much of a ******** difference it would make in their daily lives when I’m not there.
You know, it wouldn’t make a difference! I’m sure everybody will be like, “Oh, this is great! NO ZOE TO PESTER US! PARTAY!”
So you know what? It is now my goal to go a week without any contact with friends.
--
If anybody I’m currently friends with does not like me and no longer wishes to be around me, please tell me.
I really don’t give a ********.
I’ve lost friends. It happens.
--
I’m just getting so sick of people.
******** off.
That’s all I have to ******** say.
People should just ******** off.
Jesus.
--
And I hope my friends realize that this is all bottled up rage. Rage that I’d rather take out by screaming at everyone who ever pissed me off, but I can’t because I’m the nice, quiet, shy little Zoe that everybody thinks is an angel.
******** that.
I HATE PEOPLE.
Deal.
--
I am not your angel.
I am not your sweetheart.
I am not your darling.
I am the ******** up, hyped up, rage filled monster with the demons waiting to be ******** unleashed.
 glowlita · Sat Sep 20, 2008 @ 10:18am · 2 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
