I have the weirdest pet peeves in the world but I feel like I can’t talk openly about them because then I’ll be seen as a bad guy for it and I just wanna go to sleep even though now I’m not tired anymore but now I’m just a bitter lump. And it’s like, I have no reason to get as upset as I do over such inconsequential crap, but it just compounds over days and weeks, you know?

I should probably put this on my negativity blog but I don’t really care, so here. Have a negative blob.

fluerly:

im actually really afraid that no one will fall in love with me

All I want right now is a chai latte but the kitchen is being remodeled.

All that’s available is dad’s coffee machine, but coffee tastes like dirt and you can’t make tea with it.

Tonight is a major bummer.

I dont know why they call it depression.

If anything, the more depressed I get, the more numb and dead to everything I become.

I can hear my parents arguing downstairs.

It’s probably my fault.

Dad lectured me again about my grades. He’s mad because my grades are dropping. He said I’m not going to get into any of the colleges I want if I dont shape up.

I didn’t even get the chance to tell him I made honor roll for the fourth year in a row.

The SAT is tomorrow and I’m suddenly stressed.

I probably won’t get a good enough score to make my dad happy.

Why do I try?

I’m already a disappointment, may as well fail big.

I can’t do a single thing right.

I’m done.

HNGH

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