Who the fuck are you to fucking judge me? You have no idea what I'm going through. You think I enjoy this shit? You think I like pushing people away any time they try to get close to me? It's not my fucking choice I can't trust anyone because of how often I've been hurt, I want to have a meaningful relationship but even if a bitch could get past my hideous features, I know that I could never make her happy emotionally or physically.
I've lived in a rich neighborhood my entire life, yet my family has been so poor that we had to shop at thrift stores. My fucking mother whored around just enough to get with my step-dad who has always treated me like shit and made it known that I was nothing compared to his real children. The friend that I live with is given $200 a week from his parents, for doing nothing. He has been given $200 a week for years, since we were in middle school. I was lucky to get $20 a month for fucking allowance.
All my life I've been surrounded by people that were better than me just because of the family they'd been born into. And no matter how hard I strive to better myself, I'm constantly reminded that no amount of effort will put me on an even playing field because life isn't fair. How the fuck am I supposed to be self-confident in this situation? I looked for a job for months, there aren't any fucking jobs to be had. You think I want to sit in this fucking room and play computer games all day instead of living the life of my friend who pulls bitches all day and gets laid by a different chick every night? He just fucked this girl and now she's trying to hook him up with her virgin friend.
I'm been a god damned book worm all my life because I've been an outcast and I needed to resort to something, I've been smart as fuck, passing all my classes without every studying or doing homework. And guess what, I'm so fucking intellectual that I can't stand people because of how fucking stupid they are. I can go hang out with my "friends" every fucking day, I could be out drinking beer with the boys right now if I could fucking stand them for more than one god damned minute. I can remember having one friend in the first grade, maybe 3 or 4 friends in the second grade, two friends in the third grade, I don't even remember having friends from 4-6th grade. I can remember middle school and highschool though, I can remember how every single fucking person hated me except a select few who took a liking to my personal sense of humor.
Sure, I'd like to fit in, I'd like to be accepted. But I've been mentally destroyed and had my soul broken to the point that I am beyond fixing.
But I've found a solution. My other friend that just got a job wants me to get back in to drugs with him. I've felt like I was dying for so long now, I have been devoid of happiness, I think I'm going to do it. Because I desperately need something or I will not be able to survive. If I'm going to sink into a downward spiral of despair, I might as well have fun doing it.
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