Yaaaaah, real-life troubles opposing all those from RPGs and other stuff...
Right now I can't decide whether I like being alive, or wants to kill myself... I hate this stupid, fucking world so much, yet I finally appreciate the fact thatI'm alive.
So I try to think logically about the priorities I have, and realizes that those things I wanna stay alive to do are somewhat the same as those I should quit to do what I'm supposed to do, like go to school...
Why does it have to be like that? I like the school I go to, it's just that it's demanding so much of my time, I really wish it didn't...
Money is a problem for me too, of course it is, that's just annoying... And now I've got to try to talk my mom into letting me move, which'll probably go haywire...
"How can I achieve what I want?" Idon't even know what it is that I want!
Damn, I hate life...
Why do people care about me anyway, it's not like I'm worth it...
Nesh.
If I can talk her into letting me move I'd only see my pets in weekends, on the other hand I'd be closer to "everything"...
I don't freaking know what I want, not just in that matter, but generally, it's bloody frustrating, and only more because I'm probably far from being the only one feeling like this.
Screw the human society! I hate it! I. Fucking. Hate it!!!

AND I have my head all screwed up with irrational emotions-related problems, which is completely removing my focus from the problems I should worry about, and my mood is being affected by apparantly everything at the moment, somebody has probably killed my beloved iguana, my room seems to be one big pile of dung, my arm's full of scars from all the cuts I've made, feels like I can barely keep up with my classmates, I have a nagging desire to cry, but can't, my bag is annoyingly heavy, and I'm furious with myself for whining on about it like this, but it's too late to stop now anyway.
So I'll just post this in all my Journals on all my different accounts on different pages to get some air for my little rage-attack, and if you've actually read the whole thing (though I don't know why you'd bother, it's just a load of crap) and dares write a comment, well.. Actually, comments are very welcome, perhaps they can remove some of the foolish, empty, silly lonely feeling.
I know I have friends, it just doesn't help...
Jus' screw it all.