I'm tired of my parents. I don't like them. Honestly, I'm not just having some 17-year-old temper tantrum. I do not like being around them. As soon as I turn 18 (6 months) I am leaving this accursed house and as far as I know, I will never speak to them again. I am cutting them off. Insignificant bastards. I am stuck here with little in the way of friends and hardly anything that holds my interest. As I sit here, my life going nowhere, I want to destroy everything. I want to throw the television out the window and I've actually contemplated doing so. I try to get away from this place as much as possible. It isn't only my parents and my home I hate, it is also myself. I feel like I'm going to lose it someday soon, like Pink when he brought that groupie over. I want to fucking destroy. I found myself throwing cups and lightbulbs at the wall earlier, did nothing. I need freedom, or mayhem. I want freedom.
Throwing cups and light bulbs at the wall; contemplating throwing a t.v. through a window; are the actions of a temper tantrum. What is it that you hate about yourself?
You've only got 6 months. You've done 17 and a half years. You should be able to do 6 months in your sleep.
Only thing, I was happy for most of those years. Somehow it got all fucked. God must hate me. Satan too.
Fucker! Why am I complaining to you people. You have better things to do and I should have more dignity than to keep complaining on the internet. Disregard this whole thread.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRhZISswW_k"]Black Sabbath - Children of the Grave - YouTube I suggest you close your eyes for a half hour and listen to this repeatedly.. most importantly. this.. Show the world that love is still alive.. you must be brave.. then take a nap for a little while. youll feel better later..
It makes sense that hatred is part of it. I had that as well. For me, I was not allowed to have emotion during my years of growing up. The anger that built led to all sorts of problems. It's been a long road....