Name: Anonymous 2008-01-04 3:54
It seems as if life is no longer worth living. I hate sounding emo-depressive, but that is how I feel. Growing up I never imagined I would ever be where I am now. I always thought I had a relatively good life. I guess I do, really. I suppose my angst and emo-depressive thoughts stem from my broken heart...
I coach the debate team at my old high school. My ex-girlfriend is on the team, which means I have to see her twice a week from now until February (the competition). It's a pain just to have to see her and attempt to be civil (she cheated on my twice and then had the audacity to break up with me because it apparently was my fault), but now I have to watch as she canoodles (Google it) with some other guy during practice. The teacher-coach has had to separate them during practice, but only when he catches them. When I try to separate them the teacher-coach gets mad at me and tells me to leave my personal problems at home. What a crock!
it bugs me to the point where I can't sleep.
This has led me to the decision to give up on life. Not necessarily dying, but just giving up. Not going to class, not going to work. Doing whatever I can to eat. Who knows? Maybe I'll set off on an adventure to Alaska where I can starve to death (cue Into The Wild reference). At least that way I can be remembered for doing something with my life.
I coach the debate team at my old high school. My ex-girlfriend is on the team, which means I have to see her twice a week from now until February (the competition). It's a pain just to have to see her and attempt to be civil (she cheated on my twice and then had the audacity to break up with me because it apparently was my fault), but now I have to watch as she canoodles (Google it) with some other guy during practice. The teacher-coach has had to separate them during practice, but only when he catches them. When I try to separate them the teacher-coach gets mad at me and tells me to leave my personal problems at home. What a crock!
it bugs me to the point where I can't sleep.
This has led me to the decision to give up on life. Not necessarily dying, but just giving up. Not going to class, not going to work. Doing whatever I can to eat. Who knows? Maybe I'll set off on an adventure to Alaska where I can starve to death (cue Into The Wild reference). At least that way I can be remembered for doing something with my life.