Its terrifying how fast the years are going back. When the days are short it means I have to watch all my friends graduate without me, as I endure another year of the same thing until I am free, alone, of the school system. I am going to have to watch each and every one of the only people who...
well, Im wondering what my online friend looks like... and which death angel song I should buy. As well, theres the faint hint of numbness that comes with being a depressed internet addict.
I'm upset for many reasons. It's clinical.
Nobody understands why I'm a satanist, and I'm repeatedly hated for it.
I have nobody to talk to.
I can't write anything.
I'm all alone.
Etc.
I'm unhappy because I am but a hated young teen in highschool, and everyone refuses to acknowledge what intelligence I do have when the tell me I'm stupid.
I'm also unhappy because I have depression. But thats a whole different topic.