Feelin' depressed.
Feelin' like life is a pointless bitch. My motivation is dead in a corner, all my little projects and goals and "dreams" are pointless, terrible, or will never go anywhere. Any silly dreaming of majoring in music or audio engineering or whatever the hell it is that involves recording and composing music is stupid and pointless because I haven't made any progress as it is, my guitar-playing is inadequate, various musical terms and techniques fly over my head and I have no resources or time for recording, mixing, composing, practicing, etc.
My art is terrible and any silly thoughts of majoring in "graphic design" or any art thing is pointless because as my drawing teacher said "I'm just not motivated enough" for the XTREMEHARDCORE art field.
Video games are just timewasters to aid in escaping from shittyass reality and through them I've wasted most of my childhood and even now I'm wasting time with them in high school; making video games takes too much time, motivation, and patience, which I don't have to pull it off. Another dream dead.
I have few people I'd consider good friends, never had any romantic relationship, and anything social involving "meeting new people" or "working as a group" freaks and stresses me the hell out. I'm cynical, distrusting of strangers on sight, and I'm pretty sure I'm some kind of freak. Did I mention I have no self-esteem and loathe myself? Yeah, I must be some freak. The only things that make me feel like a decent person is all the projects I assign myself...which are pointless fruitless shit so now I have nothing really.
I'm burned out of school. It's too much stress, both socially and physically, and mentally it's brainnumbing. It's painful knowing that at school I'm losing lifetime that could be spent on one of my many stupid pointless and incomplete projects, such as, oh, I dunno, playing guitar and actually feeling accomplished with myself. Being surrounded by people who seem perfectly happy, stressfree, and "normal" is grating. The thought of more weeks of this shit until summer is painful, and even then I'd have to go back soon after.
I hate life at the present, and I'm facing a future where hope is dead; where I'm just another corporate drone slaving life away all for a paycheck in a crummy stereotypical office cubicle who's doomed to be alone, and I'm stuck with the only companion being my own self-loathing thoughts picking out every last mistake I make for the rest of my life.
A future that's hardly different than the present of slaving away in school with constant mental bitching at myself. I'm a gawddamned junior with no clear idea where I'm going, what I'm doing, or why I'm even doing it, while everyone else seems perfectly great. High school is supposed to be the "best time of your life" yet I've hated it for the chore it is and if I can actually look back on my life and discover high school sadly enough was the best time, then I will strangle myself to death with my feet.
I hate the thought that things will never improve, and that whatever pointless hopes I may entertain will be fruitless failures for reminding me of my useless, pitiful inadequacy.
I admit I've constantly had thoughts that I'd be better off dead so that then I could finally get away from myself. Probably I will kill myself eventually, in some distant future point. I doubt I'd do anything for a while though.
...and now I'm bitchin' about it all on an online forum. Good job me, good job. At least typing this out made me feel a bit better. Better venting than walking out into some woods and screaming it out.
If you excuse me, I'm gonna go dig myself into a corner for the next millennium. Disregard post.