People always say that I am no the brightest kid but I just think they don't know me. Well of course they know the basic shit about me like how I look, and the way I act and such, but they don't know the real me the me me, you know? I guess I'm not the most interesting fucker in the world but damn some people can just be some real asses when it comes to shit. Like the shits depressing as fuck when you sit down and really think about it. Well the therapist says that talking to people helps with you getting over shit, but people that I know suck, so I guess I'll just tell you about whats been happening lately, I mean its not like you really have to read this, so I guess someone finds learning about my shit life enjoyable.
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the pit
General FictionA troubled boy vents his anger at the world and what has lead him to depression.
