MY LIFE SUCKS NO ONE GETS M– Time to vent a little.

I repress bad memories. I’ve always done it. The few bad things that slip through from my past are usually too dreadful to ‘forget’, even though I realise that I never truly forget any of it. I can’t even describe most of it, I don’t want to delve into that part of my life. Friends of mine tell me I have to talk about it, but it’s not worth all the negative emotions that come with it. It’s not worth opening up to people that are going to pat you on the shoulder and say “tough shit, I can’t relate”, because of just that: They cannot and do not and most likely will not even attempt to relate. They’re just shoulders to cry on, and they are useless with things like these.

So, how do I deal with the things that do pop up? Well, I do things to overshadow them. I drown them. Be it in infatuation with a girl, alcohol or drugs – I just drown my worries in something, because dealing with them is not a viable option. Even if I were willing to talk, I don’t have anyone to talk to. Psychologists are useless, I’ve outsmarted the two I met in accordance with school curricula – that sets the bar for me, psychologists are inane and full of themselves. Most likely drug abusers, too.

Why I decided to publish this post is beyond me, but I did it. Now it’s there for all to see. So suck my dick.