the emo kid
I'm tired of saying "fuck my life," but it's the only way I can vent out whatever shit happens. All I can do is fucking sit alone in the stairwell and cry about stupid shit. The thing I've realized from this yesterday is that 4+ people actually cared to acknowledge my melancholic presence; people asked me if I was okay. But I could just feel the genuine concern in their voices, and I appreciate that. Now I would have went on an entire rant on how my life sucks and whatever all four times, but I felt obligated to tell them "generic reason for crying #1," which is tiredness from schoolwork. All I can do. I'll always be that sad, depressed kid. No one will ever understand my situation. My situation of being a fucking loser. A fucking social outcast. An "emo" who never wanted to be an emo; one whose hair is only swept to the side because someone told him it looked cool years ago. And the most stupid aspect of it all: that I have no personality.