Detaching… [edited a third fucking time]

As of now I have no wanting to see anyone but two people or talk to anyone but one.

I hate this feeling. I’m so antisocial right now and if it doesn’t stop my friends are gonna be like wtf once school comes.

Speaking of school, I sort of want it. Why?

• Something to do.
• I’ll have an actual schedule.
• If this mood changes I’ll have my friends every day.
• My eating will get into the usual routine.
• Don’t feel like being at home wasting my days away.
• I want junior year over with.
• Hell, I want high school over with.
• [new] I get out of my fucking house!

I’ve gained so much weight this summer. Or I feel like I have. Which absolutely sucks.

I don’t sleep much I guess. I wake up, walk inside, and my mom looks at me. "Your eyes are really swollen and have bags under them. You better get into a better sleeping and eating habit [she thinks I don’t eat enough] before school." I’m like okay whatever.

And my ankle should die! It’s been hurting for like two weeks from I don’t know what.

My life is pointless..I’m a fuck up and hopeless and dont deserve to live.

Why do the people who have so much to live for and like life die and those who want to die and don’t care about their lives live?

Some twisted way to punish each one?

Too much shit on my mind.

Shoot me now.

And now my parents are in fucking bad moods and so are my siblings which means that this is ultraly fucked up.

I can’t fucking wait for tomorrow to get out of the fucking house.

Fuck.