stuffty.
Very, stuffty.
I know I'm a 12 year old child saying this, but please listen anyway.
I hate to be that guy but I have to explain to make myself more understanding. I've been morbidly depressed for a certain amount of time and haven't really done anything with myself, tried telling my mother but she just says I'm a "bored kid." I've tried doing stuff with friends but they do the same thing every day and it is completely repetitive, one of my best friends who moved out a few months ago I've been trying to be able to go hangout with him since he lives in another town, but we are still able to hangout and be friends. I have had a lot of traumatic experiences in the past few months and that hasn't helped either from 2 of my siblings. I haven't been able to do stuff with my father because of his work-times, he works from 1pm to 11pm, so seeing him is basically a crapshoot. Sister has to go to a certain place to get her addictions in order, and all is well because the slight tingling sense in my brain telling me I might be a tragic failure in the future makes it even better. I can't really bring up how many friends I have because every person I try to be nice to is just a simplistic pretentious douchebag, I have people at a lunch table I sit at who are complete richardheads, so that makes school a lot more fun! I feel lonely sometimes because I can't find anything to do with myself, and on top of that, my siblings just add the little "forget you, go slide into a woodchipper" into the whole situation, making me feel more like a medical accident. All the while we have some druggy we are trying to put a lawsuit against considering that she almost ran over my mother back in 2013, so we can't really do any high time shopping unless my dad ends himself up with a check, and we are trying to put a black-rapist in jail for raping my sibling and 15 other underage women, so hearing about that is mentally scarring, including the whole situation where some "gangster kids" threw bricks in my window hasn't made living in the town I'm in a pleasant 4 past years. Including on the digital side, the administrator who I work with to support his server and manage it treats me like a piece of stuff.
I may be a 6th grader, but I must be tough considering I've withstood so much emotional bullstuff in the past 4 years of my life because I would've probably not been speaking about this right now.
I really hope it gets better, unless it doesn't I might as-well take a trip to Chicago, because that's where I'll jump off a loving building.
