I was listening to a friend vent and freak out earlier thinking: wow it'd suck to be that stressed out right now.
Couple hours later, I'm in the same goddamn situation :(
I just wana say 'fuck it' and stop caring. But we're so frickin close to the end. How can it feel so far away at the same time? The closer it gets to the end, the more sressful it feels. So much stuff to do, know, deal with. I'm so fucking tired of it ALL. I cant take this bullshit anymore :(To make things that much worse, I have like digestion problems or something cuz my stomachs being a bitch, I have the equivalent of half a chem final tomorrow, i know next to nothing about it, and I just want to fucking sleep till August for that matter. My hairs still wet, my dads threatening to limit/ get rid of texting on my phone because his friend has perfect little straight A kids who skip prom to 'study', rarely touches a computer let alone facebook, and gives my dad every goddamn reason to critisize my actions. I dont know if you can even begin to understand the level of ''Fucked Up'' I feel I'm at right now. My spaz rampage doesn't even begin to cover it. If my stomach didnt feel like it was about to explode, I would have downed some Red before crashing. But I don't want to fricking fail, not that saying it helps anything. EVER. Uggghh. What the shit. Just pray that I can scrape my subconscious(? didnt learn shit in psych, or atleast none of it stuck. Lol) up tmr at 5or 6am to cram. Snowball in hell thats going to happen. :( But let's have a little hope shall we? Since all else seems lost already... Dammnit, I want my life back...no wait, i want someone elses life!! Nothing fancy, just something simple will be swell. Something other than this. D: god geebus.
xnlnxnlnx (hugs and fucking middle fingers)
-Zombie with its brains shot out
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