I want to live

I'm sick of me.

I'm not going to try and write this in an interesting way, because, heck, I'm sick of that too.

I'm so full of crap.

All: "wahh poor me" while others are going though much harder times.

I hate this.

I hate being so damn sad all the time.

Not five minutes passes without me thinking some dark and despairing though.

I'm sick of the tears and the sad journaling.

I'm sick of facebook and math.

I want to live.

I just don't know how.