Life in general.

I have a love/hate relationship with it right now. Nobody reads this stupid blog anyway so I don't know why I'm posting on it.

What I love about life: People. Writing. Characters. Art, and mostly friends.

What I hate about life: People! My writing. Characters that don't listen. My lack of artistic talent, and ESPECIALLY friends.

I'm going through a depressive phase (and it IS just a phase,  because I don't have clinical depression, I'm not saying that people with depression or BPD or bipolar stuff are just going through a phase, it's just me personally) and you know how they always tell you in school to tell people if you want to kill yourself? I did. They said I'd get help. They forgot all about me. It's been almost two weeks now.

Oh, and to top it all off I might have diabetes. That's brilliant. But hey no one reads this junk anyway so it doesn't matter what I say here.

I swear the next person that tells me "you don't have it so bad, you don't live in Africa and you aren't starving" is going to get their throat slit open. Kids in Africa have physical problems sure but I'm sure they aren't as psychologically damaged as this nation. Besides, you can be poor without living in Africa. I would know.

Eff you, life.