Fuckity Shittity

I am sitting here typing without really feeling it, want to listen to music but alas, no headphones. I feel like there is something at my fingertips tha I need to let out but I am not quite sure how to do this other than jus begin to write and see where it goes from there. I love feeling words come together with the click of a button and see words forming, it is odd. I feel odd liking it. I like to be able to see my errors and fix them instantly, and then having the program tha alarms me if I am not aware. Then ignoring these things and typing how I speak. Yet I have no emotion and feel pretty fucking numb.

Why do I feel like I am a strange person? I don't get it.

Fuck, what do I need to do? Decisions, decisions...fuck.

Stereotypical depression is bullshit. I hate fucking Mudvayne so much. SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU WHINY LITTLE BITCH! Ugh, I don't know. I jus wanna punch someone out and do some fucking damage to myself again and again and again. I want to fucking jump off the walls and land somewhere hard. I want to knock shit down and smoke a fucking cigarette. I wanna listen to anything and not hear someone bitch.

Why is it so fucking hard to sit there and listen to someone elses music? I hate it when people cannot sit and listen to someone elses shit and shut the fuck up and respect no matter what it is, because whatever it is it means something to tha person. Everyone makes fun of shit which is why I have gotten to the point where I force myself to try to like anything. I will not blatantly sit there and mock your shit unless it is clearly downright bullshit.

I don't fuckin know I hate trying to type in my fucking blog and have my boyfriend stare at me, wondering if I am speaking to people and glarin like a motherfucker. Bangin shit around cause he is pissed. I don't know. I jus wanna fuckin punch something. Don't wanna even check my mail cause a this dude. Shite.

I am a fucking pussy.