i feel entitled when i talk about these things. who gives me the right to feel this way, or who gave me the right to want to kill myself? i don’t want to be an entitled bitch. killing myself is just an easy way out of this. i dont even deserve that. i don’t deserve a shred of attention (and by saying this i feel entitled because everyone is the same. no one cares. i’m the end, nothing fucking matters. life never had meaning till you give it one. now i wanna sleep but no don’t you fucking dare it’s only 12/25 u fucking idiot. i should stay up till 4 or 5 or something. god, i feel like sleeping forever.

class annoys me do much. everyone annoys me. and i day everyone annoys me because it’s easier to say that than to admit that i’m the problem. yes, i’m always the problem. normalise being mad at myself instead of my friends. i just wish i can die. imagine i can die tomorrow. i won’t have to take exams and. i mean, i do wanna see how working and being an adult feels like.