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I only enjoy stuff when I am getting high on acid or booze at a party.
I want to throw stuff out the window and jump after it myself. I don't want to live an entire life because it is f***ing boring and stupid! People only complain and give me headaches and although I am one of those guys that like to see the upside of things, I never show them that I am carrying around the most darkened soul plotting against all of you. I want to blow up this earth. I want satisfaction. It's no wonder that I am pissed off.
Girls never understand how come a wonderful sweet guy like me is single, they expect me to be the number one guy.
I don't want to feel the pressure from inside anymore and I don't want to hide from the pressures outside.
My life has become a catatonic state of indecision. I don't want to do anything. I just want to drip down and die!! I want death because the passing of time is agonizing and so is the loneliness. I want to poison myself and I want to do it fast.
I don't wanna have to explain because all this pain would have been for nothing. That's right!! I don't see death as a waste but I definitely see a life like this as a waste!! Why am I so likeable and why do so many people depend on my friendship.
I am not just a guy with some regularity issues, I am haunted by my own habit of wanting to die all the time, and I don't mean anything spiritual by it! I want this all to be over and I don't want to play this stupid society game anymore and act like nothing is wrong. It doesn't matter if I look at it from a narrow point of view or big picture-wise. Deep down inside I am hoping and expecting a positive change, otherwise I would have died already. People ask me, what's worse? Being depressed or being dead?? How can I care when I am dead? I fear more pain and I am freaking out and I won't kill myself but I will wake up tomorrow to undergo the same treatment. It won't matter if I will be a lazy c*** like I am right now or if I'll become a succesfull sensational writer: suicide is what this is leading to, logic has pointed it out to me dozens of times. I just want to crush something very precious or expensive before I do it. I want to break lots of things.

















(What happened today by the way, is that I woke up with a bad temper and decided not to go look at my fathers play with my mom, but when I broke it to her I got the "bad-habit" speech on how I can't leave people in the lurch like that and when does it stop and such. I feel bad and pissed both at my parents and myself of course, I don't know why I make a fuzz out of it because the only outcome is that my mom now went on her own feeling bad, so I screwed up, but at the same time really didn't feel like going. Dad also gave me the big lecture through the telephone. They're right, but they don't want to listen. So do I, I guess. How can I explain to them (and don't get mad when they don't catch on right away,) but more importantly how can I stop this annoying and ungentle habit of procrastination?.