With the stress level coming to an all-time high it's suicidal for me to cut off an avenue of venting frustration/hate. I always thought that if I was going to kill myself it would involve some evil magick rituals to cast the anguish in my spirit(duh, otherwise why would I kill myself) outwards to the rest of the world and let them feel the pan of someone else's suffering. But I think now if I were to go through with the act it'd be just a kitchen knife into the throat. Wrists bleed too slowly.
The worst part about cramming enough content to last 3 O levels into my head is that I wouldn't have to do it so bad if I hadn't been slacking off the first part of the year. Maybe I should have taken A maths. Maybe I should have gone to an arts course. My internal voice would then say "Hey, but you got too meet some cool people by choosing bCME, right?"
Actually, the treatment I've been receiving from a few of these people isn't exactly warranting me thanking my lucky stars that I've met them. Know 2% of me and judge the rest. If there ever were a social pulpit, they're on it. K not all, just some. That it doesn't make it acceptable. I don't even want respect, just courtesy. Humanity today....
Even now, once-good friends are seeming to trail off. Don't know what I've done, but it certainly did nothing to harm anyone. Maybe it's just this fucking exam mentality of the fucking institute that is driving some of those mentioned to act coldly towards people who merely want social interaction with those they consider friends.
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