i'm sick of this. i'm sick of this. i'm sick of this. i hate my life i hate who i am and everything it/i entail(s). i don't want to hear how i have nothing to be depressed about or whatever because i don't have wicked bad family problems and i don't live in a shack or something. i hate how i felt like the complete opposite not more than 2 days ago. i can't live up to anything. it makes me so fucking sad to see everyone in this little suburbia i've lived in my WHOLE FREAKING LIFE still living in the same sheltered lives they have since 1st grade. i hate it. they got left behind, and i didn't. i wish i did. meh. don't take it as whining, or complaining or anything. i'm just disillusioned. and it seems like thats where i fit into this mess. maybe i just had a bad day???