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I'm @ SLCC. I just finished my math class, and I just thought I'd briefly rant about that, and also how terrible I think my life is going right now. Firstly, my math professor. If I had to describe him in several words, I would pick: creepy, Hitleresque, pretentious, ugly, creepy, slow, monotone, retarded, creepy, boring, and (oh yeah...) creepy. Bleh. Now, I've pondered committing suicide before, but never NEVER as seriously as when I'm in his class. CHECK PLEASE!!!!!
So, germanmuse, why are you complaining that your life is so miserable... again? Because, people, I am living with my parents. Its really self-explanatory. They are overly-strict, close-minded/shallow, pretentious, they don't like that I'm Vegetarian, they would FREAK if they knew I was questioning religion and not really liking Christianity right now, and they've made their other children into psycho clones that are equally vapid and egocentric. I. HATE. LIVING. HERE. GET. ME. OUT. NOW.! And.... I emailed Szalay yesterday, mostly asking her if she could tell me my grade on the German final, and telling her that I missed her and that I hope she has a good summer, and she replies and is all up in my face about everything, and blah blah blah You-got-a-good-score-but- I-have-to-talk-to-you-reg arding-the-final crap. What the hell? *grunts* Okay- why don't you just tell me? Why freak out that I say I miss you? I was just trying to be nice, and besides- we're FRIENDS! Considering we haven't communicated with one another for over 3 weeks, I thought it would be nice to say something. But JEEZ- why freak out? She has got to get over herself and calm down. For God's sake...
So anyway, I've just mega-uber-depressed lately, and I refuse to snap out of it. My depression is a place where I can hide. Yes, I'm aware that hiding ISN'T a good thing to do, but I feel like it, okay? I don't want to be "out there" right now. I just want to be alone, enjoy my music and writing, and enter yet another cataclysmic gorge of depression in my life. Just leave me alone.
Auf Wiedersehen.
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