Name: Jeremiah
Age: 18
Grade: 12
Appearance: 5'11", tanned skin, thick, black hair, brown eyes, very skinny
Motivation: None as of late
Hobbies: Sleeping, eating (but not so much recently), gaming
Status with friends/society: Many hate me, many think I'm an asshole, some like me, few really like me
Home: Maryland
Reason for attending: Got expelled from previous school because of fighting due to pent up frustration/anger
Classes you excel at/do poorly at: Good at math, English, abysmal at physics and Spanish.
January 24th, 2012
Is it gay to write about what's happened to me? Probably. Oh well.
Well, this sucks. My life went from sucking to being amazing to sucking more than ever in only a few months. I always looked down on myself, and I was fine with that. I barely had any societal success, only had a few friends, and a lot of people hated me for no reason. I was okay with it, though, because I didn't let assholes get to me. Then, everything changed. I actually became happy and enjoyed going to school. I found a friend who was amazing. We'd talk for hours each day, always talk at school, and I was never in a bad mood. I felt like I was on top of the world; for once, I was a normal teenager with a true friend who cared about me. I was making money through my job, and I finally got a cell phone. Yay, spoiled child status. My own phone to talk through for hours end each day? I thought that would elevate my friendship. Turns out it did nothing at all. What was once constant talking turned into empty nothingness. I would sit there for hours, staring at my computer screen in hopes of my friends coming online. They hardly did. Even when they did, I couldn't muster up the courage to make a conversation. I knew my friend wouldn't mind talking to me; I mean, we're friends, after all. But I couldn't help but find myself, at least in her eyes, to be incredibly annoying, always messaging her and trying to talk whenever given the chance. I knew this wasn't the case; it was just my massive paranoia of not having any friends getting to me and making me feel like shit.
Life was good a month ago. I thought I had an actual friend. Actually, scratch that. I know I made a true friend. But I couldn't help but feel we had drifted apart for no reason. I know it was my paranoia that was making me feel this way, but I couldn't stop feeling like this. I was too much of a bitch to do anything about it, and I allowed us to further drift apart from each other. I guess that wasn't a good idea. Anger fucks me up. Frustration makes me do stupid shit. My idiotic friend, who I'm pretty sure is insane, wouldn't stop his maniacal talks about stupid stuff that happened in the past. Over and over, he'd talk about the girl that ruined his life, that made him feel like shit and made him want to kill himself. Over and over, he talked about how he wanted to kill her, and all his douchebag friends agreed with him. Well, I finally snapped. I beat his ass into the ground and got expelled. My senior year, ruined because of absolutely nothing. I'm lucky my parents didn't murder me right there in the principal's office. Hell, I'm lucky they didn't bury me alive once we got home. They've kicked me out of the house and sent me to this stupid boarding school. Sounds terrible. Probably will be. Oh well, not much I can do now. I've already fucked my life up enough. I guess I deserve this.
herp.
Post has been edited 2 time(s), last time on Jan 25 2012, 3:05 am by Dem0nS1ayer.