I hate you, you're stupid.

Hi blog. I'm really sorry for rejecting you a lot, for ages. But now I have a lot of things I want to get out of my system, and this is probably the best way to do it.

I really really hate school. I'm pretty sure I make this as obvious as humanly possible so far. But at the same time I don't mind it. I love the fact that I can finish school and it will help me get a uni degree, I just hate the fact that the next three and a half months are going to be the longest of my life. I hate the fact that teachers say "now in Senior, we can't help you as much, you have to do it mostly on your own, we'll be leaving you to your own devices" and then still force me to do shit I don't want to do. Like actually go to school. I'm so tempermental and moody. I'm like "YAY FOUR MONTHS LEFT OF SCHOOL I'M GOING TO WORK HARD AND DO SO WELL AND GET A REALLY GOOD OP AND BE AWESOME" and then I realise that I really just like sleeping and watching Gossip Girl. And that I despise the rest of humanity and being and school makes me incredibly and ridiculously angry, simply because I have to look at people's faces. I'm not even exaggerating when I say that I hate everyone. There are about seven people at school that I can kind of tolerate, most of the time.

I got a migraine at school today, because apparently I do that now. Get migraines. Like fuck you body as if I don't have enough health problems already, you had to throw that on top as well!? Ta. xoxo

The other day I found out that one of my closest friends made a derogatory remark about depression, which made me incredibly mad to the point where I actually started crying there and then. I didn't expect that from her, and I haven't nor will ever be able to look at her the same. I'm tired of people having negitive opinons about something they have no idea about. I hate you. You're stupid.

Also, you who over-reacts about your so-called mental disorders, shut up. If it was really that bad, you wouldn't be wanting everyone to know about it, and you wouldn't be such an obnoxious prick about it. I hate you. You're stupid.

In all honesty, I'm tired of having to keep secrets just because I'm scared of what people will think of me. And I never used to be like that, until actual real shit started happening in my life. It's hard enough some days to even roll up my sleeves or eat in front of people, and it makes me feel horrible and selfish to say that because there are people who are ten thousand times worse than me, who's scars actually show. Let alone the fact that there are things that I can't even tell my best friend; or my boyfriend; because who even knows what would happen. I started this blog with the full intention to reveal something that is important to me, that I just need everyone to know, at the end of it. But I can't. Because, you all suck. I'm so sick of bottling things up.

Peace out motherfuckers.

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