Words.

I need to scream into some sort of void again for the good of my mental health so here we are.  Life sucks and then you die thats my motto lately.  All my life people have said "it gets better", even when i was pulled aside from class in school to play "feelings" board games with the counselor.  When exactly does it get better? because it sure as heck isn't happening any time soon.  This retro wierdness of a website seems to be the only place I can speak my mind honestly and not get the cops called on me because I'm "Depressed".  damn right I'm depressed.  My life is depressing.  I have nothing to look foreward to but occasional cat snuggles and a slow decline into mental instability.  I distract myself from the tedium of existing with long bouts of "dreaming about trying to wake up because I realize I'm dreaming then waking up only to find out I'm still in the dream" and "dreaming about reocurring visitations from my father and his demented cast of fools that he calls a family".  Ok that's enough ranting for one day I feel a bit better now.  Now to finalize this idiotic screaming session by posting it online for some reason.