Chapter 1

so im sitting in class with nothing to do. im listening to everyone, but at the same time, im kinda ignoring them. why, you might ask? well, life sucks. but, you either gotta love it, like it, tolerate it, or hate it. im between tolerating and hating. so for now, im just passing through days as though they were obstacles, cuz in a way, they are. no matter what religion you are, or are not, you are just passing through days, trying to find that place where you truly belong. 

not to mention people are stupid. including yourself. including myself. including every single stupid person on this stupid planet. so dont get all defensive and s**t. im just speaking the truth. like myself, people have issues. now these issues dont make people stupid. its how they treat their own or other peoples issues. i, personally, have a long list of issues. i cut, im suicidal, im anorexic, i have depression, borderline personality disorder ((which is basically a less severe term for bipolar, because they dont diagnose you with that until your brain is fully developed)), anxiety, etc. you get the point. and if not, just google mental issues and count how many you have. everyone has something wrong with them.

so like i said, im in class, half listening and half ignoring, when all of a sudden this idea came to me. i should write a book on why life ((including people)) suck. now, in life, or at least high school life, you must be rich and popular, or you have no friends and no life and basically nothing to do except write stupid nonsense such as this. like me. but, it gives you something to do, because like i said, you have no life. 

why did you pick up my book? im just a stupid, screwed-up teenager living in a stupid, screwed-up world with stupid, screwed-up people. and all this talks about is how life sucks when youre a teen. maybe youre reading this for advice. if so, have fun. end of story. so as youre reading this stupid, screwed-up story about my stupid, screwed-up life, i want you to continue to ask that question. why did you pick up my book?

anyway, back on the task at hand here, if there even was one. my stupid, screwed-up life started way back when on may 11, 2000. now, im fifteen, and im pretty sure ive already earned my place in he underworld. let me put up a timeline for you. in fifth grade, which would have been 2010 to 2011, i started becoming depressed. because my teacher sucked at being a teacher, but was an awesome drill sergeant. it was also the year i started experiencing bullies and s**t like that. ill go into more detail later.

sixth grade started and so did cutting, self harm, etc. i was always wearing long sleeves ((or as much as possible)). in october that year, i told my counselor ((because we actually had a counselor)) and my counselor told my parents and my parents gave a long spiel about why i shouldnt do that and there was crying and all that s**t which i hate. 

seventh grade started fine, except more bullying and more stupid people. then, i got caught cutting. again. so what did my parents do? put me in lakeland ((aka mental hospital 1)). i was in there for eight days, and it actually worked. for a week or so. then i went back, but kept my parents thinking i was fine. i had resorted to new places to cut, when my parents started checking me everywhere i used to. 

summer before eighth grade, my aunt died. she had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and just couldnt do it anymore. so my cousin from california ((shoutout to reki, go look him up if youre a good person)) came into town ((for the first time in like forever)) and it was really depressing because everyone was crying but i dont cry. not in front of people at least. 

but then comes high school. first of all, to all you people say high school is the best four years of your life, youre wrong. so you can go frick yourself. it may be the best for "popular" but not for outcasts. 

Reviews

[Dani The Unreviewed]

welcome to the jungle, it's worser every f****n day. lol welcome to my world. im an outcast, bloody wrists, smoked lungs, killed hopes, living...(if I can call this living) caged up with wild animals that hate everything about me. then again, f**k them, punch em in the face, and smile at em,like nothing happened (when they really piss you off)