Giving up must be so easy.
For crying out loud, your not even 20 yet. Jesus, even Squall is happier then you.

*is so not the way these things should be dealt with*

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...My wings were just so tasty.


I love mankind, it's people I can't stand.

I just feel like nothing around really matters... family, friends, love, sex, alcohol... it's all hopeless... I'm ****ed either way...

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

Nothing is hopeless. You're just so caught up in self-pity that you fail to realize that.

You won't be saying that 15 years from now, when I end up a lonely underpaid alcoholic that can't do a single thing right...

It's hopeless... I am hopeless...

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

Keep believing that and you will be hopeless. You need to try to have a positive outlook on things, instead of just continuously focusing on everything that's bad in your life.

I don't really think there are many good things in my life... I just wish I could be like a normal person... a normal guy... someone that could go out and hang out with his friends without his mother on his ass all the time 'cuz she's scared that something might happen to him... I wish I wouldn't act as if I were retarded when with girls... I wish I had a decent body... I f.u.c.k.ing hate who I am... and what I'll probably turn out to be...

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

Hating yourself is part of the problem. It's hard to enjoy life when you don't appreciate who you are. You should try to find some qualities about yourself that you like. And if you don't have any, try to gain some.

 

As for the mother problem...well, mothers can be a pain. Just learn to deal with her. Or find nonviolent ways to vent your frustrations towards her. Besides, in a few years you'll be on your own. You won't have to live by her rules, constantly being watched and bothered by her.

Sounds to me like you're a pretty normal person already.

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What's the point of a hero with no one to save?

Le sigh

...it's useless...

Edit: and now the forums ate the rest of my post... F.U.C.K. IT !!!

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

What I meant before the forums ate my post, was that, all my (few) accomplishments mean nothing... what have I done so far:

*getting into CEFET, which even some friends of mine that are really stupid managed to do too...

*learning how to speak English... which doesn't really mean anything...

...and that's about it... oh, I've also managed to obtain the hatred/pity/dispise of dozens of people... I have no idea of what career I'll choose in a few years, I have a complete lack of skill when dealing with romantic issues, I have no talents, I am a selfish ba$tard and I look like sh1t... it's all useless...

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

You sound like your average angsty teenager to me. Most of the adult population, good and bad, were angsty teenagers back in their time. Some people are geniuses by the age of 4, others do great things just before they die of old age.

If life is a game, it's not over until you die, because you never know how much extra time you'll get.

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What's the point of a hero with no one to save?

Le sigh

Typical teenage angst ? It's strange... nobody else I know seems to suffer from such problem... did you, Phil ?

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

I know a lot of angsty teens. Some of my friends are like that. My brother was like that. Even I was like that. Even though you feel terrible, eventually you'll get over it. You just have to give it time.

Even these days I still tend to revert back to my old, very upset self. I get horribly depressed...I start to feel as if no one in the world cares about me, or understand how I feel. The whole world is against me. I'm alone, and there's no one who can help me...mainly because I won't let them help me. At those times, I start to hate living. What's the point of being alive if I'm just going to suffer constantly? Then I tell myself to stop being a whiny little bitch, because at least my life is good when compared to the lives of other people. (It's sad, but it's true)

Yeah, but you don't go from happy to suicidal depressed in a matter of few hours almost every day, now do you ? There are times when I can barely sleep because of it... and I can't find joy in anything I do... nothing makes me happy anymore... things in which I used to find pleasure in the past don't mean sh1t to me anymore...

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

I go from happy to horribly depressed at least once every week.

 

Ah, there's nothing like spending half the night crying over how I hate everything.