Sadness. Fuck it.

I am sick of this shit and everything that comes with it.
I am pissed because Reid didn't make good on his promise and that shits me because I really wanted to talk to him. And I am pissed because mum doesn't have the money to buy me a ticket to Groovin' the Moo as a birthday present, but apparently does have the money to buy two tickets to Port Fairy Folk Festival. She's been nothing but a child recently. I wish she'd grow up, so I didn't have to. I am sick of everything. I want to fuck off out of this place right now. Fucking titty shit fuck.

I don't know what's going on with me. I'm on the meds, I should be happy. Why the fuck aren't I? They worked last time!! Now all I can do is cry a lot and keep up a façade in front of people. I am sick of being so fucked up. I'm becoming a depressing person to be around. I don't want to be this person again. I don't want to do this.

I should stop being such a fucking pussy. I am sick of being me. Just fuck it all.