most of the time i’m really optimistic.
it’s really what i seek out in other people.
i try to make people happy.
i try to find the happiness in every situation.
maybe i’m really just pessimistic,
and living a lie.
i really hate people,
especially everyone at my school.
especially douchebag teachers.
especially faggot dumbasses.
especially redneck bitches.
especially demanding shit.
and i just have to sit, and have it surround me for 200 something days.
and i’m just over it.
the people, the teachers, the dumbasses, the rednecks.
i just want to get out, including my house.
i hate having trust issues with people,
i hate having trust issues and walls.
i hate having trust issues so my life is fucked.
this is what i should write about, for my “about me” narrative or whatever for creative writing. but i can’t.
my bad if you actually read these, and don’t really know me; and you just look for junk ‘poetry’ to read. it’s not even poetry. it’s my thoughts, in the way i like to write. i hate writing in paragraphs, i love using the enter key, and using unnecessary spaces. and using punctuation like semi-colons and it not really being a new sentence.
i’m sorry that i put insight on this, i just thought i should.
truth: sometimes like this, i wish charlie was real.