Epic battle: unstoppable force (my boundless hope and dedication to staying lucid) vs immovable object (my crippling depression and rage)
I'm pushing myself through this. Can't show weakness or else it'll be for naught. Already messed up and let out my true feelings once, which surprisingly (to nobody) didn't do anything (might've made it worse!). Alright, not gonna sympathize? Gonna make fun of my situation? Gonna continue to be weird and tell me my only purpose is to get fucked? Gonna sexualize me and call me weak and tell me my hobbies are useless and my friends secretly hate me and then have the audacity to ask why I'm depressed all the time? Walls up! You don't get to know me! Feeling like a walking corpse, but it's fine, I'm fueled by spite! HAHAHA!
fed up
