Well, ok, so I have some generalized ranting I have to get off of my chest.
First off, I kind of sabotaged a good relatioship (Damn!)
Most of my IRL firends are idiots, and for some reason one of them doesent believe a word anyone says which gets
really iritating.
Nobody I know is online at the moment of writing >.< Can't help that.
I feel so...
angry when I get up in the morning. Half the time I want to jam a Ka-bar through the head of most of the people around me. Make that all of the time. I have issues, I suppose (although until recently I thought everybody was as angry as me) 'cuz I'm
beyond mad all the time, about most everything.
I can't sleep.
My headphones are broken

Theres no smiley for

!
I’m dirt poor and can’t do anything about it.
Most of the people around me seem to find me irredeemably dim. Lovely.
I have a single mother who hates me being a furry and demands I don’t even acknowledge the fandom’s existence, then never shuts up about it and seems to think everything I’m interested in is furry-related. So now I go on here in secret, and feel all deceitful.
It looks like one of my better friends is going to be locked up in a juvenile facility for being a klepto.
I hate lying, yet I do it on a daily basis to appease people. Mostly acting ‘Christian’ and ‘religious’ when I am so totally atheist it’s not even funny.
I feel run down, to the point that I don’t even get up in the mornings.
I’m bored with everything. Most all activities that used to entertain me (Watching TV, gaming, reading, etc.) seems mundane to me.
I barely eat, I exercise (I even do wall push-ups in the shower!

) yet I don’t lose any weight, I’d like to get back to a size 34.
I’ve developed many new vices (not narcotics) drinking, volting, etc. none of which I am proud of.
I don’t know anyone who suffers said vices, so I’m alone in it. G R E A T .
I barely eat anymore… Food just seems bland.
I feel bad about laying all of this onto you people (then again, I do need to put it out there somehow)
I’m a perfectionist… I do things and then I can’t stand them, I find a single issue and then it’s disgusting to me. And it’s only in my own work… Nothing is good enough, and I mean nothing.
People seem to get a good laugh out of my negative qualities- why, I’ll never know.
I’m not too sure I have any positive qualities, to be honest.
I hear things… A high-pitched, ever present ringing… (Tinnitus).
I want psychoactive medication, but am denied it

Actually the reasoning behind the medication… I’m kind of a junky, I suppose, in my way. I’m constantly loathing life, and I figure denying my brain the chemicals that cause ‘anger’ may help me out. In order to avoid this nasty conversation, I’ve told people I am depressed. I don’t actually think I am… I mean, that’s waayyy too strong a term… And I don’t want to suicide

Sorry to lay all of this on ‘ya people, I just needed an outlet…
