Another meltdown. Another day. If I were them, I would have thrown my ass on the street by now. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s been taking the slightest thing to set me off. Today it was my contacts and food. My eye doctor is a liar so I was flipping out about that and then I couldn’t find anything to eat. Insert meltdown.
Thinking about school is making me just. Ugh. I can’t even bring myself to like being the president of lit mag anymore. I want to quit. I hate it. I am sick of dealing with the teacher in charge. She lies to me and gets my hopes up.
I can’t stand having responsibility anymore. I just. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I need medication. I’m starting to become suicidal again. I’m starting to think of my meltdowns as ‘episodes’. Like people have schizophrenic episodes.
I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t think this is normal.
I can’t even bring myself to have fun anymore. I’m just in a bad mood all the time.
I feel self concious all the time, and I’m starting to hate being with my friends. I should like being with my friends.
I’m just starting to hate everyone.
I like the idea of being around people, but actually being around them? Not so much.
God. Just what the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t want to feel like this.
I feel like. Like I can’t stay here. I just feel like my world is ending. Like there will soon be a day when I go to sleep and don’t wake up.
Something is wrong. I wish I could figure out what it is.
Now they’re sure no other country will interfere and everyone can be killed. It’s disgusting.
No one seems to care and probably no one will reblog this.
This disgusts me beyond belief. this is actually fucking happening in this world and all you’re going to probably do is glance at this and re-blog a kitten. if you could do anything, just fucking re-blog this.
I swear, the next time I see a TV show or a movie or a comic or an acid-tripping duck use that line, I am going to hit the responsible party with a refrigerator. See, yeah, humans only use 10% of their brain’s capacity, but that’s only at a single given moment….
Actually, from what I’ve learned, that entire concept is completely inaccurate. It first came about when early, rudimentary brain scans could only detect activity in the larger main lobes and areas of the brain. (This includes your sensory lobes, the decision-making frontal lobe, limbic system, hippocampus, hypothalamus, thalamus, and amygdala.) The area of your brain that’s left isn’t just a lump of tissue taking up space; it’s divided up into association areas that concentrate on processing specific objects, stimuli, and concepts and such. They are always working, whether you are consciously aware of it or not. So saying that “you’re only using 10% of your brain at any given time” isn’t really true. Your entire brain is constantly processing stimuli and information around you, even if most of it is unconscious.
Normally I wouldn’t be so in-your-face or nerdy, but people misunderstanding that bothers me also.
Unrelated conclusion: My friends are all 9458904750983749872890 times smarter than me. I would never be able to argue about smart stuff.
When life gives you a Bad Romance, forget about his Brown Eyes cause that boy is a Monster. Show your Poker Face, buy a new Telephone, call Alejandro, and Just Dance cause there are plenty more Boys, Boys, Boys available for a Love Game that will understand that you were Born this Way and won’t change just for the Paparazzi.