I hate life.

I know how utterly ridiculous that sounds and how teenage cliche it is, but dammit, I say I hate life and I mean it. I don't want to hear that other children my age are less fortunate and are starving in Africa because I don't fucking care.

I can't explain this feeling. It's like I've created a bubble for myself and I'm forcing myself to live in it. The thing is, I want out, but I'm too scared and too lazy to find the exit. It's a bubble made of thin glass. I can watch the people outside, but I can't talk to them. It's really kind of lonely this way.

Yes, that's what I feel: lonely. And hopeless. And bored. And frustrated. (yay for correctly identifying feelings)

Lonely: I have no one to talk to and when I do, I'm too pissed off at them to talk.

Hopeless: What the fuck am I doing with my life?

Bored: There is nothing more to talk about. I'm turning so introverted that it scares me.

Frustrated: I'm not making an effort to cheer myself up. I'm lethargic and I hate it.

And another thing. I am so fucking bipolar. This morning I was tired, but content. By the middle of the day, I was ready to commit suicide. Then, in the afternoon, I was super hyper and happy. And I mean really, really, really happy. And now I'm pissed off at the world.

I'm going to stop ranting now. Just reading this makes me roll my eyes at myself, but at the same time, I can't help that I'm feeling all these things.





And in something completely unrelated...

David Copperfield!

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