If life were purely about academics and making something of yourself, everything would be perfect for me.
"Life is a journey."
God I hate that #######4 statement: it's a linear progression to inevitable failure. I hate the people who I attract, I hate society, I hate the very foundations of humanity. I wonder sometimes how the hell I'm still alive; the bizarre nature of my being is fundamentally flawed.
That's why nobody likes me. That's why I'm rejected over and over again.
I'm stocked up on pills to cure the insomnia, but frankly, I just don't need to sleep. I just have stupid dreams about guys that I like (who's heart will be next to shatter?).
My mood improves for a few weeks, then I tank again.
Is it pathetic to say that the only sunshine in my life is my dog?
They put so much pressure on me to talk to people, they forget that I have nothing in common with them anyways. I don't like to talk while I'm at work; I want to get my work done. I don't want to talk while the professor is speaking; I want to listen and understand. I don't like deviations from the norm! I like everything to be perfect!
But everything is falling apart...
Does anybody else in here feel the way I do?