There comes a time, in every kid that pretends to be all artistic and cool and different because no one accepts his differences because hes a FUCKING WEIRDO's life in which he has a complete emotional crash and turns into a total downer because the entire weight of the world is on his shoulders and the doubters are dragging him down.
This is otherwise known as a rut.
It could also be soulbinding depression, and heartcrushing angst and lament.
Why am I so sad, internet? I thought this blog would make me happy, would make me feel as if i were accomplishing something. But all tis done is just added more shit on my shit pile but instead of easy to ignore teachers and parents getting on my case, its my conscience. Theres a little goblin in my stomach, pulling strings whenever i do something he doesnt like. hes my conscience. and whenever i decide that something academic replaces my blog, he yanks on dem cords like its goin out of style.
What is wrong here?
What am I doing?
WHY AM I SUCH A DOWNER OH MY GOD.
See, what ends up happening is, i get sad, and i hold it all back because i know for a fact that nobody gives a shit, and instead of actually caring they just bugger off because theyre happy and theyd rather keep it that way.
Bawwwwwwwwwwwww. Get the fuck over it, Joey.
s happened and only now am I deciphering it into a way I can understand.
