*sigh* No internet here really. >: I brought my comupter to SWIC for nothing. It says I have internet connection but it LIES!!! D:
Maybe it's only the part of the college I'm in. Oh well...
I hope this day goes well for me... So far, I'm not liking college at all. :/ Kinda reduced me to tears every night so far I've been in, and I just started! I can't imagine what I'd be like later. Well... actually I can and it's not gonna be being happy... Is that even possible anymore? Me being happy or even me being able to SMILE?!
I'm tired, depressed, and scared... My back hurts from carrying a 2 ton book bag. >->;
I just... really think my mom expects too much of me. James thinks so too. I can't handle all this... It hurts literally! I'm already emotionally scarred from my past. This emotionally wounds me... Physically I have pains in my back and legs, I have shakey hands so work'll be difficult. Which is weird since I'm good at art but... meh....
I can really see this being the death of me... if not, it'll severly murder my emotions and scar me mentally from having bad thoughts daily....
My anxiety disorder is what really causes me to feel this way added to the fact that I go through torture like this. I have thoughts of things that happen that I can't stop because I feel trapped in a box with no way out...
Not only that, but I'm just terrified of people. I have to face it. I'm agoraphobic...
This is why talking on the internet is just so much easier. Online you can't be hurt because all it is, are words on a screen. In real life they CAN hurt you. Maybe not physically, but emotionally. I'm not sure what I want others to do.... Part of me wants them to notice me because, as always, I'm looked through like a mirror as if I'm not even there. But on the same token, if people actually do pay attention to me, I get scared and can't keep a conversation going. I'm quieter than quiet. If there's even a word for that. People in real life, might actually see me as a mute. That's how little I talk.
*sigh* I just don't know... But I have to head to class anyway so I''m ending it here.
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I met a friend at school I guess. I don't know her name yet but I met her at lunch. Or rather... She met me. This is her freshman year too.
I don't understand why I have to be here... It's just stupid... I'd much rather be at home right now, you have no idea...
And I can't even believe that, I've complained not liking to be at my house, so you can imagine the horrors that I'm enduring now... Or will soon later. This is just the beginning...
I THINK my next class starts at noon. So I have 30 minutes to get there and wait...
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Well my school day is over but I have to wait till I can get on the train and bus back home. I was playing a bit of my Firered ROM but quit. My laptop's battery is dying so I only have so much time on it before I can't use it anymore here. I didn't bring my charger with me. :/
It's 1:41 PM now and I have to be at the train station at 3:05 so... 1 hour and 24 minutes. *bashes head against her comuter screen* WHY?!? Why do I have to wait so long?? And that's from now. I've been waiting longer while I was playing Firered!
Ugh... I hate college... This actually makes me wish I could drive and had a car. Mom would never buy me one and I don't have a job so a car is out of the question... :/
According to my computer, I have 30 minutes left on it. Meaning about an hour of pointless waiting... My cellphone is almost dead so I can't do anything with it either. In case there is a god and he hates my guts, I want to make sure I have enough energy to call my Nana if I need her to pick me up in case 'God' made me late for the train or bus for some stupid reason or make them leave early before I could get there... :/ (You can tell I don't like God if he exists. If he did, he must think I'm the shittiest person alive and should be totured slowly and painfully until I'm at the point of ending my life.... Truely what I feel about him. I just don't want my parents to know. :/ Mom would beat the **** out of me, burn me alive, and make me read the Bible until my eyes bled if she ever found out.)
And now I',m getting heat flashes (I'm outside) Heh. The inside is too cold but the outside is too hot. Which would you rather be???
I suck at making jokes...
AHH!! ****ing bugs won't shut the hell up!! They're those screeching bugs that leave their exoskeletons that they shed on trees. I forgot what they were called, but they're the same bug as Nincada, Ninjask, and Shedinja from Pokemon.
I guess, in a way, all my complaining on here would be good for me so my emotions are not kept all inside... Like anyone will actually read this but it's more for my health, because I know there's something wrong with me. I shouldn't be depressed or scared of people but I am... So if you are reading this, please don't think I'm emo because I'm not. I have emotional issues and I think they first because clear to me at the age of 14 so... 8th grade. I've had a lot of troubles with bullies in my past. I've been beaten as a child for stupid things, like not doing laundry for my dad, with a belt.
At school, I was always looked at funny and pretty much was told that I was ugly by everyone. People even made stupid jokes like another person liked me when I know they sure as hell didn't...
In the past I have been known to get back pains and sharp pains in my legs. (Similar to charliehorses. Did I spell that right?)
I'm not a fan of pain. (It's odd because I used to result to self-punishment in the past whenever I thought I did something wrong. Maybe because I'd hate it more, it would be a better punishment? I have no idea...)
I'm severely screwed up, but before you all think I just need to be put on meds, let me tell you something. They don't work. It may seem like they do for a few hours but it isn't perminent. If anything, it makes depression worse. I'd rather be dulled to the pain, than to be happy for a few hours then depressed again.
All pills do is plaster a fake smile on your face, but the pain is still there. I'm sure anyone on pills for depression will agree with me. That's how I feel and I'm not even on meds anymore. I felt like I didn't need 'em so I stoped taking 'em. Mom didn't want to bother spending money for something I was never going to use, so she stopped buying my perscription. (Probably the only smart thing that she did involving me)
Just so you know, I hardly even do anything with my family. We don't sit around the dinning room table to eat dinner every night. We just do that for Thanksgiving and Birthdays.
I never even stay in the same room as them to do whatever I like to do like draw, listen to music, or talk to you guys. I hardly even speak to any of them other than saying 'hi' or if my parents want something of me. Other than that, I'm completely and uterly silent. Hell... I think I talk to my cats more than my family and that's just sad....
I have 4 minutes left so I'm gonna wrap this up before I lose power.