It annoys me that people think I'm some sort of stuck-up bratty emo just because I wear all black, scowl all the time, and am quiet. That doesn't mean I'm emo. It certainly doesn't mean I'm goth. Stereotypes get on my nerves so much... but really? And why are so many of my friends idiots? Can't anyone see what I have going on in my life? Doesn't anyone ever think that MAYBE I don't smile because I CAN'T? Not with the problems I have right now. Every single morning when I wake up, the urge to kill either everybody around me or myself is so strong that I can't even understand how I've gone this long without stabbing my head in! And did I mention that my councelor thinks I may be schizophrenic? Guess when I found this out? My BIRTHDAY. As if being bipolar wasn't enough. And then I'm in all these advanced classes and I have this little habit called -procrastination- where I never get things done until last minute. So yeah, life's bloody amazing. And before I sign off, you'd better tell everyone within a hundred mile radius to watch out because a possibly-schizophrenic homicidal emo psychopath is coming their way! Eh, Hei?!
<Ahem. There is MY ranting. You're a genius for making this thread.>
