ARRGHHH.

blogging doesn't seem fun anymore.

there's nothing much to blog.

there wasn't anything to blog about anyway.

because,

my life, isn't interesting.

nothing happens. at all.

i wake up, and eat, breathe and dream.

of wonderful things that i'll never have.

no.

my life isn't interesting.

but her life is.

everyone reads her fucking blog.

everyone thinks she's pretty.

everyone kisses her ass.

even though it's covered in shit.

god has no right to torture me this way.

giving me literally nothing, at all to live for.

we all live for a reason, and when that reason disappears, we die.

enough said.

some people live for love,

for beauty,

for dreams.

accomplishing everything they can, and then leave a mark on this godforsaken world.

and it's up to the living,

to honor this dead bitch.

to idolize him/her and remember her accomplishments.

but me,

when i die, who will remember me?

i don't exist at home.

in school. pfft, i don't even have a school to go to.

outside.

anywhere.

i blend in.

and stand out, in a crowd of pretty people.

*not in a good way*

i'm bland.

i'm boring.

i have no love to live for.

my dreams are already crushed.

i'm not smart enough to accomplish anything that has to do with intelligence.

i have no talent, to astound the world with.

i have no heart, to love.

i have no soul, to live for.

i'm an empty person.

soul-less, and i'm dying

on the inside.

maybe, one day,

i'll fly away.

leave all this to yesterday.

maybe.

one day, i'll get to live.

but now, i'm just sick and tired of everything.

and it's killing me.

fml.