Depressed cry baby bullshit

where the fuck does this shit come from? for no reason no matter what out of nowhere i become uncomfortable around my "friends", angry at everything, and start judging everything i do and dream of just killing myself. fuck.

it seems really strange

but really i just can't complain about anything personal.

but i will say, that without a doubt, i hate people much much much more having worked in retail as long as i have now. they're all greedy, needy, ungrateful, selfish, disgusting, disrespectful, lazy piece's of shit.

the worst part is that "people" are ok with it.

bring on the end of the world.

Downtown living.

the best part about living on 4th ave is the guy who was just yelling out nonsense in a high pitched squeal outside my windows in a drunken freakout. Ahh Tucson. is there anyother place like it?

Give me the cities. Give me smog.

if i could only express myself this well and this confident.

True Life:

i need to become an interesting person.

everything could be better. everything could be worse. but i'll always feel like one of the roaches and rats.

i think its time for my old friends Seclusion and Depression to pay me a visit. next week i'll be 23, with nothing to show for it. i'll probably die without anyone knowing i ever existed, which kinda sucks to think about. that i'll probably do nothing important for anyone or anything. and when the time really comes, there'll probably be no one at my funeral besides the undertaker. i'll never live my life to its fullest potential.