17 - m - Md. I'm nostalgic, sick, depressed & pissed. I don’t like change. I wish I were 16 forever, but can't be. I stopped caring about insignificant people and trivial things, thanks to a friend, Vanessa. I don’t concern myself with technicalities nor do I enjoy dwelling on the thoughts of people who have no significance in my life. Otherwise, it’s petty. I abhor hypocrites; consult a dictionary and inquire within for its meaning. If you are one, divert your path elsewhere. However, hypocrisy can be tolerated in some sense. I may be one at times, realize it, and resent it.

Yes, I am a schizo. I am going crazy too. I have sleep apnea, also. People are cocKs, yes cocKs, got it? They lie and cheat and manipulate. Maybe I'm cynical. Lotsa things nark me. I dislike POSERS, FREAKS & WEIRDOS. There’s a limit to it. Individuality is, to me, limited. Going out of your way to be different, well, all I can say is launch yourself to Mars and eat the green guys. Don't ask stupid things. Don't say stupid things. Don't do stupid things. I'm very passive and active at the same time, so that's me. Yeah, I’m allegedly "snobby" and "ignorant", but what the fuck? Hypocrites say this, and I could care less if they rot to a pulp and explode to flakes of lava, as long as the liquid fails to touch me. Gee, I mean, come on!

Sarcasm has limits, eventually. Don’t overdo it. Most of my friends that I had from gr. 5 have deserted me. They appear better than me, they've advanced to bigger, better things, supposedly, in whose eyes, though? Huh..high school does change things, and people, for that matter. The "best" friends that I had...turned their backs to me when I needed them the most, considering themselves a step forward, a rung above, a stage higher, than me. That may be, for they have forgotten me. I don't like being forgotten, so friendship means much to me. I don't like being lonely, though I face it so frequently, it's in me now. I say fuck 'em, to those who've just dropped me like 20-lb. cat food, or worse, manure. Whatever. "Fuck 'em" That helps. It really does. I hate it when people talk to me when I'm thinking. I deplore those who talk to me when I'm reading, as well. I don't like being lied to. And what am I? I'm a “freak-reject, individualistic, prep-wannabe loser in love" Got enough facts, you nun? Suicide is bad, eating yourself is good. Yum. New Rants: On to more shit, I don't like having a taste of my own medicine. Avoid it at all costs. I often find myself saying, "I feel dumber just reading/watching this." when it comes to stupid, inane, redudant things including computer class. Yes, and I've said, I don't mind voicing my opinion when need be. It feels good to vent and its great to express yourself (oneself) and I've said about a teacher, "She's not a very effective teacher." I meant it, and why should I refrain from such a comment? Despite it being factual, it was appropriate and deserving. I don't have an anger management problem, either, you Fuck. Now, go away.

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