BETTER TO BE A PIRATE THEN TO JOIN THE NAVY

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kinda hate this, but cant delete it, made new one

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that wasnt as cleansing as i thought it would be

i left stuff out though

oh well next

its not like anyone reads this anyway

which is cool with me

DIARY OF A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

im not a good person

im fake

anyone who says different doesnt know the real me

i guess thats noone though, cause i SURE AS HELL DONT KNOW THE REAL ME

i wake up most mornings and my first thought is that i have nothing to contribute to the world

Im not really good at anything, and i repeat the same mistakes

it rather ironic that im psting this, seeing as the first thing i ever put on this was about how i was so sick of emo people complaining

sorry to anyone who read that

im not really a nice person, im two faced and fake

it seems like im playing all these diffrent roles, like when im alone with different friends i act differently, i dont even have to think about it anymore, its an old habit, i really regret letting it develop

I preach about liberal ideals but i dont know shit, a teacher once told me i had a liberal opinion about something and i guess i just applied that to everything

im a compulsive liar, and i lie about the stupidest shit sometimes

i wish i was actually smart, i feel like im supposed to be since im not athletic and have a shit body, im really not though

I used to think i was good at things, wrtiting, acting, but im really not. i probably sounded obnoxious if i ever talked to you about those activities, like i was bragging reallly hard, i at one point i was, but ive realized if i ever had those talents theyre long gone now

i used to think it was bad luck i didnt have close friends, like had them forever, stayed freinds all our lives, crazy close talk about anything friends. butt i think i just push people away

im crazy jealous, if ive ever talked shit about someone i was more than likely jealous of them, or was just trying to “be cool” and agrree with popular opinion

i wanna run away. seriously if i could drive i would, any direction till i was out of gas and then id just keep walking

I dont want to be this person but im stuck

i wanna start over

i sound so cliche, i am so cliche

“I DON’T GET MANY THINGS RIGHT THE FIRST TIME…”

simply enough, boredom is what drove me to create this thing

When presented with nothing to do (which is shockingly often) I think

so might as well share what i think and have to say

share may be a bit off a stretch though

as far as i know, or am concerned for that matter, no one will ever read this, but atleast my racing thoughts are being translated to something more than a headache, that counts for something doesn’t it?