Frustrations.

You know it's amazing how fast I can sink my spirits and get myself into a bad mood.

I hate people and I always forget that until I start seeing how much I'm walked on.

I'm so tired of the bullshit.

Having nothing to do and feeling uncomfortable in my own place is unbearable.

Trying to make up my mind about who my real friends are makes my head want to explode.

Why do I do this to myself?

Where has all my humanity and free-spirited-ness gone?

WHY DO I HATE PEOPLE?? WHY CAN'T I JUST HAVE A FRIEND AND NOT NEED A REASON TO HATE THEM?

I want this vicious circle to end.

Why can't the past come back in a good manner to me and not in hatefulness?

I'm exhausted. I just want to sleep and be among good company. I'm sick of forcing myself to be friends with people.

I want only happiness in my life but I have yet to find it.