high school heartbreak.

Well, it happened.
Didn't know how, but it happened.

My suicidal disease got the best of me last night.

September 11, 2009; 6 PM; My room.

I was minding my own business when a sudden jolt of realization struck. A realization that killed every bit of me to pieces. I was half-dead then and there. I cried my eyes out, that's for sure. And now, what's left of it is.. well, scraps.
Scraps of myself.

Have you ever experienced a time when, the only reason you smile, and practically live, was taken from you? Like everything blacked-out, and you don't even know why you're still walking around living?
That's what happened to me.
God, I sound like a weird emo kid.

My life really does kinda suck at this point.

1.) My parents are mad at me for my stupid grades. (that's a shocker.)
2.) My friends aren't really supposed to be called "friends" because they keep important stuff from you like who they're dating etcetera etcetera.
3.) The boy I love is sort of dating my bestfriend.
4.) My grades suck.
and 5.) I don't know why I got into this stupid mess we call life, because really, what's the point.

Thank God for Sitcoms and Manga though, It's all that keeps me smiling.

So yeah. My life sucks. I have inexplicable taste in men, because all I ever do is stare at them, and go googly-eyed whenever they talk to me. My friends go around and hate on me like nobody's business. And all I ever do is stare out my window and keep my feelings to myself. I guess that's why I have a mild mental condition, not really caring about what other people think, what matters is what I think.

And I'm sorry to whoever reads this. You should know that you have issues too. Well, you read all the way down here so. We might need therapy.