So Goddamned Frustrating

About "Attention Seeker's" post; 

So here's a little update on the front. 

How is it she frustrates me more when we don't talk?! 

I'm paranoid whenever I login to Facebook, to check my messages or just scroll down to amuse myself for a bit, that she'll be on and she'll start taking to me. All conversations with her start off normal, heck you wouldn't even know if she hadn't told you, but one way or another she slips her feelings into it, or whatever conclusion she's come to about her life or sex life. Sometimes she's blurted it out without warning. 

I really don't want to talk to her because, as un-medically backed as this claim is, her categorical "funk" is contagious. I'm paranoid, getting more and more depressed (well not depressed, but less happy day by day), and I'm not getting as much sleep. You see most people pull all-nighters for reasons: workers, students, gamers; me? nope, just couldn't sleep (the fact that I have no more school may contribute to that a bit mind you :/ ). 

Pretty sure she's still alive btw. A friend said she talked to her the other day (although only briefly). 

It's just so goddamned frustrating. 

Worst Thing to Happen? Ever?!

I understand many people may dislike this, or disagree with it or whatever, however I am inclined to not care.

The holocaust/the Nazi regime/Hitler, was not the worst thing to happen ever.

Confession Time

I feel like you should all get to know me a bit more, so here's a secret of mine.
There was once this guy who came to our school a few years back and wanted to promote religion (my school doesn't offer a religious education programme as the principle values equality (but not too far from my school there's a Catholic high-school) and he gave away these small bibles. At the break (that day or some other day I can't remember) a friend, who had a lighter, and I burned them. Till they were all gone.
I guess being atheist wasn't enough for me huh?

Previous Post

Srry about the swearing in the last post, I don't tend to swear. It's just some people don't know how good there life truly is. There was a million other things I wanted to say but I felt it was getting too long.

Attention Seekers

You are not depressed; you have a good life.
Grow a pair (even though you're a girl) and get over it.
You don't want to kill yourself and talking to someone to get help isn't too difficult, as you are currently talking to me and a million other people about it. Get some help if your so damn depressed.
The only good talking to us about your issues is complaining and venting so if you actually want to get past this, and feel like the person you "portray yourself as," talk to someone who is qualified, because I'm over it. The only reason you don't want to get help is because it will mean actually having to do something about your issues, instead of wallowing in them. 
At first I had sympathy for you, hell I stayed up till after 1 in morning talking with you to help you. However, as the week went on I realised something: you weren't listening to me. I could suggest something to you in order to help you but you would shoot it down by saying how hard you life is or how dark everything seems.
I am sick and I am tired of you taking away my happiness in order to satisfy your need to be heard and your need to tell everything everything so you can perhaps have a moment of mass sympathy, and consequently popularity.
If you don't want people to call you a slut then firstly, stop acting like one, secondly, don't tell people about how you were "so embarrassed" about how you got really drunk and started making out with some guy you don't even know - which brings me right back to the first point. If it hurts, don't tell me, just stop fucking, don't say how your not looking forward to the next time, because, and here's a novel idea, don't let there be a next time. 
It is a phase, I know this because every single normal teenager on this planet has been through it (minus the sex/drinking/partying for me ('cause I'm boring)). You aren't some special thing that is all alone in the world, YOU ARE A FUCKING TEENAGER, for fuck sakes.

You don't seem to realise that the more you complain, and whine, and steal our happiness without regard and conscience, the less of a fuck we give about you lack thereof.
So actually get professional help, or the only thing you'll get from me is the cold shoulder.