Filed under: Not up to doing things
“The World’s a Stage”
This poem makes me wanna die. 
Screw you. Shakespeare!!! (Although you’re awesome :D)
Life described in just one page. in just ONE GODDAMN PAGE!.
What the fuck is the point of living if life can be only described in one goddamn page????
That too with no happiness in it. Just pain and stages.
Sigh…
You reader must be thinking whats so bad about the poem………well go fucking read the goddamn poem.
and go be as depressed as me.
Maybe i am over reacting like the bitch i am.
Sigh…….
In the end….we are all useless. In the end no mater what we do. we’re still all going to die. sad and hurt.
Sigh.
Today all my old thoughts flew back inside my head……….
I couldn’t even make my friend want to live.:(
Makes me feel so useless and unworthy of everything.
I made him wait too……
The whole goddamn day
WTF is wrong with me????
In 3 days i have cried 5 times
How lame of me is that??????? ARGGG!! The only thing i am good at - being weak.
In the end no matter what we’re all going to die.
Tell me whats the point of living then????
Just so we can try to be happy in this fucked up world???
I mean sure……..there is one reason to live but…fuck that reason is so goddamn far away…….:(
It’s getting so hard.
Everyday…..you wake up and miss that reason so goddamn much. that you don’t even want to wake up in the first place. But you have to otherwise you’ll get scoldings and shit like that. and then the whole day you go on feeling empty. And feeling empty makes u wanna cry. And crying means you are being weak. And being weak makes you hate yourself and you want to hurt yourself really bad. But hurting yourself hurts that reason. and hurting that reason makes u hate yourself even more. and hating yourself makes you want to hurt yourself even more but hurting yourself hurts that reason. and you wnat to cry because its so goddamn confusing and it hurts your head and then there you go again being weak.
The whole day i had to sing “the Itsy Bitsy Spider” Just to calm myself down..
Just to not make myself think so much. so i wouldn’t want to cry so i wouldn’t be sad so that the reason won’t be sad knowing i am sad. And on top of this poem. I had to made him wiat. And on top of that I couldn’t even make her want to live.
Sigh……….:(
Now where was i???
Oh yea the goddamn poem…
I wish i had never read it
Stupid Miss Kharshing.
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Making us read a depressing poem that makes you wnat to kill yourself.
This poem makes me sadder than “hurt” by NIN.
*curses*
William shakspere if only you were alive i would have shit on the hand of yours that wrote this poem.
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SIgh.
Back to crying. And back to making my head hurt with thoughts.
“The Itsy Bitsy spider went up the water’s spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
Out came then sun and dried up all the rain
And the Itsy Bitsy spider went up the spout again.”
LALLALA.
says to self -*Do what you have to do to make yourself stop wanting to die so that the reason won’t be sad.*
