That life is just wasting your time?
If you ignore the obvious paradox of existence being a waste of time...
I just dont see the point sometimes. I drift. I tried not drifting, drifting is easier, but much more depressing. I find the alternative to drifting seems to just end up disappointing me. Things never turn out quite like you hope they would, and more often than not just go to shit. So is it better to be depressed, or to be disappointed?
Obviously, I need some antidepressants according to textbooks, but I tried that for a while and it worked well but I just dont want to go back to that. I'm fine when things go my way, and depressed when they don't. I'm not entirely convinced that's not normal. I was on antidepressants (SSRI's) for anxiety, not depression.
Perhaps I am too much of a pessimist, which perhaps explains why I'm hardly motivated to do anything anymore. Life is just a waste of time.
That's my emo moment of the day, to a bunch of internet strangers. Tomorrow I put my gameface back on and go back to being Mr Blackheart. Just to go another day waiting for an oppurtunity, or even a gift, and everyday comes and goes and I get neither.
Oh well, at least I have my friends.
Oh wait...
I've been crossed by too many people in the last 2 years, I'm fucking sick of it. Maybe I should move to another town or something.
All my friends have moved, betrayed me, or just generally exposed themselves to be untrustworthy douchebags. It's hard to take stuff like that in stride, though I've managed pretty well. But just ignoring the fact that you're depressed and going on with your life will catch up with you sooner or later, and I feel like it's finally starting to catch up with me.
I guess things will get better eventually, they usually do. But somehow you always end up lower than you were when you started after it's all over. But the strange thing is, I'm not really that depressed, just disenchanted and disappointed. It's a weird feeling and Im not entirely sure THAT is normal... I'm so jaded at this point that little things dont affect me because Im always in this mediocre state of mild annoyed disappointment. SO what does it matter that I gave up on my asshole friend, that I'm tired of being patient with my SO, that I'm tired of trying to be motivated to get through school, that going to work every damn day is getting old...
I'm tired of fighting to keep my girl, I've given up on her. I hope she enjoys herself. I'm tired of putting aside my own feelings for my friends because they dont realize the absurdity/rudeness of their own comments towards me, I'm tired of giving people the benefit of the doubt every single time. I'm tired of my job, but I cant be bothered to go find another one, so I just keep going.
None of it matters, it all just sucks. Everything fades into the negative side of mediocrity...
I apologize to anyone who read this far.
There are plenty of you out there with real problems, I apologize for, in my own way, trivializing them.
If you ignore the obvious paradox of existence being a waste of time...
I just dont see the point sometimes. I drift. I tried not drifting, drifting is easier, but much more depressing. I find the alternative to drifting seems to just end up disappointing me. Things never turn out quite like you hope they would, and more often than not just go to shit. So is it better to be depressed, or to be disappointed?
Obviously, I need some antidepressants according to textbooks, but I tried that for a while and it worked well but I just dont want to go back to that. I'm fine when things go my way, and depressed when they don't. I'm not entirely convinced that's not normal. I was on antidepressants (SSRI's) for anxiety, not depression.
Perhaps I am too much of a pessimist, which perhaps explains why I'm hardly motivated to do anything anymore. Life is just a waste of time.
That's my emo moment of the day, to a bunch of internet strangers. Tomorrow I put my gameface back on and go back to being Mr Blackheart. Just to go another day waiting for an oppurtunity, or even a gift, and everyday comes and goes and I get neither.
Oh well, at least I have my friends.
Oh wait...

I've been crossed by too many people in the last 2 years, I'm fucking sick of it. Maybe I should move to another town or something.

All my friends have moved, betrayed me, or just generally exposed themselves to be untrustworthy douchebags. It's hard to take stuff like that in stride, though I've managed pretty well. But just ignoring the fact that you're depressed and going on with your life will catch up with you sooner or later, and I feel like it's finally starting to catch up with me.
I guess things will get better eventually, they usually do. But somehow you always end up lower than you were when you started after it's all over. But the strange thing is, I'm not really that depressed, just disenchanted and disappointed. It's a weird feeling and Im not entirely sure THAT is normal... I'm so jaded at this point that little things dont affect me because Im always in this mediocre state of mild annoyed disappointment. SO what does it matter that I gave up on my asshole friend, that I'm tired of being patient with my SO, that I'm tired of trying to be motivated to get through school, that going to work every damn day is getting old...
I'm tired of fighting to keep my girl, I've given up on her. I hope she enjoys herself. I'm tired of putting aside my own feelings for my friends because they dont realize the absurdity/rudeness of their own comments towards me, I'm tired of giving people the benefit of the doubt every single time. I'm tired of my job, but I cant be bothered to go find another one, so I just keep going.
None of it matters, it all just sucks. Everything fades into the negative side of mediocrity...
I apologize to anyone who read this far.
