suicidal, negative, dramatic, depressing thoughts plague my mind once again… i hate myself too much to be happy with anything in my life..

i think when I’m older, I’m gonna tell people stories about me that aren’t true. Like cool stories that I’ve heard or have been told about peoples lives. Funny stories, adventures, moral tales.. I realize that my life has been so boring, and so meaningless, but when I’m older I want my kids to think they have a cool, experienced dad, and to learn from my stories. I guess I should start reading more, but I think I already have a few under my belt that would be sufficient. Trying to get ready for adulthood one day at a time.

i hate nest. i hate everyone in nest. i have the urge to murder all of them -_______-

literally every time ive ever started a relationship, the day or week after, other girls have wanted to talk to me.. like i’d love to be single and talk to girls and stuff but they never come till after i commit to someone..

FUCK EVERYONE.