When I seem so helpless
I'm fallin' down
But I'll rise above this
Rise above this doubt
-Rise Above This, Seether
Whiny rants, teenage angst, and general annoyances.
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It's the feeling you get
When you think that someone behind
Is watching you
Well I can tell you now
That someone is me
-Hit The Floor, Bullet For My Valentine
Dear guy who sat in front of me on the bus today,
Looking around, adding to your tag, ducking, then repeating the process was not subtle. There is no way the bus driver could have seen you where you were sitting, so who the hell did you think you were hiding from?
Dear girl who sat next to me on the bus today,
Why do you smell like fruit?
Dear guy whom I often sit next to in Philosophy (I think your name is Morgan?),
Please don't read so fast, I also find DnD rules more interesting than class discussions. Also, you have good taste in games, have you tried the Aether mod?
Dear guy with the cool pinstriped pants AKA Matt,
What hair dye do you use? We have the same amount of regrowth, but my hair has faded to dark brown while yours is still black.
Dear Keef,
Just because you have no social skills, no friends, and no understanding of anything that's even vaguely abstract doesn't mean you don't have to show any respect to anyone. Especially your lecturers and tutors who are patient enough not to kick you out. Why are you taking philosophy anyway?
Stay tuned for more Pathetic Tales From A Broken Doll.
xx
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Pain
Without love
Pain
I can't get enough
Pain
I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
-Pain, Three Days Grace
I'm sinking again. And I'm too scared to ask for help.
What if there's nothing wrong with me, and I'm just pathetic? What if there is something wrong with me that can't be fixed? What if there is something wrong with me that can be fixed, but it changes me into something I don't like?
Besides, I hate counseling. I'm no good at talking to people. I can't help but feel like they're judging me, so I lie. I'd rather not have to struggle to explain why I do/feel things for no logical reason. Because they're forever asking why, and I don't know why.
I seem to be scared more too, I randomly start panicking and I can only attribute it to the crowds or my workload. I've been twitching more often too, but at least I don't whimper randomly any more. That was just weird. It's a little hard to function in the real world when all I want to do is curl up in a ball or run away.
I thought I was doing so well. I was actually happy for the first time in I don't even know how long. But no, I'm back to this. Oh well, I dealt with it before, I can do it again. It's really screwing with my Uni work though.
Stay tuned for more Pathetic Tales From A Broken Doll.
xx
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