Fuck Everyone, You Make me Sick

[morrigirl]

Nobody gives a god damn fucking shit that I'm miserable. If any one did they might actually bother to ask the cause of my misery, ponder the complexities of the problem, and then offer help if they were in a position to do so. But no one asks, no one cares, everyone just draws they're own misguided conclusions and then blame me for being upset.

Fuck you all you god damn fucking lying assholes.

I'm fucking tired of keeping up this happy face when all I want to do is rip everybody's heads off and then shoot myself. I'm enraged at everybody's trite attempts to make me feel better, their *hugs* and their "I love you's," and their stupid, flat compliments and "keep your chin up" advice. I've heard it all before. It has never helped, and it continues not to.

I fucking hate my pathetic existence, I hate myself, and I'm sick of putting up with both. They won't change and they refuse to improve so...I dunno what I'm suppose to do! I don't know why the fuck I even bother living, I really don't. I serve no purpose. And since I'm not having any fun what's the god damn point? I don't like life. It pisses me off. It makes me feel like shit. It makes my existence difficult. I'd rather not exist at all.

Comments

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[ninquark.livejournal.com]

I'll bite. What is the cause of your misery? As somebody who tries to never give anybody a flat compliment, I want to know. If you want me to know the cause of your misery from your point of view, please tell me. I'm listening.

And Nutshell, what exactly is it you're "trying to make people understand"? If it's not rocket science, then please explain to me so that I can understand. What is the root to why you try to feel the way you do? And what is it you feel?