RAGE.

I'm sick of it. I'm sick of everything. I'm sick of karma. I'm sick of life. I'm sick of being depressed all the time. And I'm sick of whatever it is that I am. I make a decision, they get mad and veto it. I ask them to decide for me, they get mad and make me do it. I ask fo a mere echo of what happiness was for just a few minutes, I get AN INGRATEFUL SONOVABITCH THAT ONLY THINKS OF HERSELF. I do my best in school, I'M FUCKING 19 AND STILL IN FUCKING HIGHSCHOOL. I try to do good things with my life, life roundhouses me in the face like its fucking Chuck Norris.

I'm sick of people tell me I need to grow up. Even my Gramma, "Oh, one of these days I hope you act your age. -.-' " Why would I do that? More importantly, why would you even say such a thing?  In case you havent noticed, the vast majority of people my age are either GREATER-THAN-THOU pompous sonofabitches that it probably WOULD kill to think of anyone other than themselves for an instant or cracked out menaces to society that are too high to even notice what their doing. I mean, sure, there are some wide margins, but it pretty much describes 75%-80% of the known world. Almost a third of all the people my age that I know have kids already. Is that REALLY what you want? Most people my age that havent graduated yet have DROPPED OUT. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?! People my age that are as depressed as I am tand to go to school with a loaded gun, kill 6 people and an-hero. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE?!

I dont want to be any of those things. I dont even want to be me.

-REBOTTLING UP ALL THE RAGE-


-DEEP BREATHS-

-Zen Breath-

All better, if you can call it that.