I'm sorry

I wrote half a blog post and realized it's the crappiest thing I have ever written in my life.
Brilliant. I don't remember how to write anymore. I should just abandon all my dreams and then die. 

Hii. I'm baack. Or maybe not. I kinda had writers block, I guess. Dunno if I still have it.

In other news, I watched The Avengers. Twice. So fucking amazing. Loki's Army Forever. Or not. Both sides were pretty appealing.

Anyway. I might post, I might not. Dunno. Okay bye. 

Life is like a box of disgusting, creepy insects.

I'm so annoyed.

With myself.

With the world.

With life.

With fate.

With destiny.

With my ambition.

With my talent-less-ness.

With fucking REALITY.

Why can't everything be just perfect?

Why can't I be a successful writer?

Why can't my parents be happy with what I want?

Why can't I have a perfect boyfriend like Augustus Waters? (let me answer that for ya, I don't know any guys.)

Why can't my dreams ever come true?

Why can't I be happy?

Why can't life just give you what you want?

Why do I have to be this way?

Nothing tragic ever happened in my life to make me this way. My dog died once, sure. That's not enough to send you into depression, is it? 

I'm just so sad. All the time.

If it's karma, what did I do? I've never hurt anybody. I'm nice to everyone. I'm "un-bitchable" as someone once told me. 

Like it says in my favorite book, "I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die" (Fine, he had cancer. Whatever.It's how I feel right now)