Hard times.

I don't know where I went wrong in my life. Since my second year in high I've had these thoughts running around my head, like a fly buzzing all the time. Its like, being bipolar, one minute im happy and one minute im not. Each day I see people and think "they're going to get better jobs than me" and stuff like "im never going to make it". I feel im irriating and under the fingernails of society. Each day im taken the piss out of, even by the intellectuals. I cannot think straight, I fear myself going insane each day and keep having rushing euphoric thoughts of suicide. I have a crowd who always follow me, I feel im destroying them. I feel each day im going to end up in some dead end job and to be honest I don't really care anymore. I dont believe in morals anymore, I dont believe in "the way of life". My dad just calls me a lazy fucker. I get no pleasure out of school work or doing sports. I feel braindead and fucked up. The only escape I can seem to get is either playing guitar, practicing my singing and getting high of something. However my dad said my head is full of magic, up in the clouds when I tell him about my musical ambitions. I suppose hes right. I now feel theres nothing worth living for now, my dreams are shattered morealess. However I do have a little faith left, I try to practice whenever I can but I think by the time im 16 or moving out, its going to be too late.
Thanks for your time guys.
Fuck the posers.
Thanks for your time guys.
Fuck the posers.