Where I Be a Bitter Douche

I blog because I hate the world. I hate the world because I socialise with people who annoy me. I just told someone that if it wasn't for my amazing love of myself I probably would have thrown myself off a bridge or something because of how mean they are. They reckon they aren't that mean, this is the person who constantly reminds me I'm different, and weird and feel nothing. Obviously I feel something, anger. Anger at their utter foolishness. I honestly can't wait for the 5 month break we're about to go on, perhaps they'll delete me again.

I wish Uni was over, but I don't want the holidays. Holidays bore me. I have nothing to do. I need to find work, I've been saying that for too long.

I'm going to Sydney this weekend, that's how much I want to do my Uni work. I'm meeting up with people who'll leave me be like most people tend to do. I want to just run. Drop everything and run. Uni was running, I didn't run far enough, I went back. I went back to the place I never wanted to see again. I came to a place where I never want to see people again. People are brutal, more brutal than high school cat fights. I don't like real life. I run from everything.

I'm drowning and they don't even notice. I snap and I scream at them and I show too much. It got personal before and they just brushed it aside. I'm bitter and hateful and it's the only way to deal. I can hate everything and it's just because I'm a bitch, there's no underlying reason, I want that to be true. I want to be able to tell them I don't know the reason but there must be one, stop brushing aside my bitterness and wishing for the plastered on smile. I hate it.

When will this day end. I want to go home to my quiet room.

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Life's a bitch and then you die

Tough luck if it happens to you

Life's a bitch and then you die

So what if it happens to you