Tunes in my head: Countdown by Rush
Atmosphere: Disillusioned
Thanks for making me disillusioned with that profession. Snide comments are just one thing drive me insane.
So now to spiral aimlessly, yay.
(why the fuck won't you let me just be happy?)
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You couldn't be happy if you tried.
You're obviously not one who has seen me in my happiest moments.
And they would be?
People who don't hide, people who actually realise that I'm going through a very rough period moodwise right now due to many factors out of my control.
I meant your happiest moments. Your blog's fairly pessimistic in nature.
But life is a pessimistic being. I mean, we only exist for the purpose of prolonging the human race. And life is meaningless anyway, considering we all come to our sudden demise in what is comparitively a fingernail on the history of civilisation.
You still haven't told me any of your happiest moments. Is that because you've never had any?
Life doesn't necessarily have to be pessimistic. Life is what you make it. I understand that things can get rough sometimes, but from my perspective you blow things way out of proportion.
No, it's because I may not feel comfortable sharing moments of extreme joy with someone who won't even share anything about themselves, choosing to hide.
Perhaps, but when you're getting as much shit as I am right now, you'd probably think I have a right to be pessimistic as well.
You're hiding as well. I know that much.
Like I said, you blow things way out of proportion. You think other people don't have it worse off than you?
Your attitude is like you're the only person you know going through a tough time, and your problems are worse and more important than everyone else's.
What exactly ARE you going through at the moment?
What am I hiding, then? Go on, great master, tell me.
Family members with substance issues, friends who treat me like shit, the insane pressures of school life, the stresses of having to move into the real world sooner or later, the transitory phase between high school and real life, my own self image problems, sickness. Want more?
Ah, now he gets sarcastic. That's one thing you hide behind.
Great master, am I? Why thank you.
Half of those problems are ridiculous shit that everyone goes through at some point or another. Your ability to whinge about little things astounds me.
Also, if you're sick, go to a doctor. Simple.
What else, then?
I have been to a doctor on multiple occasions, all of which have said nothing is wrong.
And so? When added on, ten stresses are not merely the stresses of ten, but in reality of a hundred thousand or more.
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