You know that feeling when you're going through a particularly fucked up time of your life but you can't do anything about it, and then the paranoia kicks in and you're deciding that maybe you're just overreacting, maybe there's nothing going on, maybe it's just you, and that's why you don't know who to be angry at, who to blame?
And then the people tell you "you're just mad at our fucked up world" and "life is unfair" but you know differently, but you don't know how or why? It's like when you forget something, and people make suggestions, and you're like "I don't know what it is exactly, but I know it's not that!" and they're all "If you don't know what it is, then how do you know that's not it?!" and you're just getting more and more frustrated at your hopelessness but you can't do anything about it, so the not-greatness continues, and you just have to WAIT for the remembering to come to you??
Just like you have to WAIT for this fucking period of your life to just go die so you can MOVE ON? Even though life is short and you should make use of every. fucking. moment? (carpe diem)
Because with every minute your childhood ebbs away and disappears into youth and then the rat race, and we all know growing up is the best and worst thing to happen, so why is this so fucked?
gg
Okay idk what I'm saying anymore.
