Intro:
Alright, so here I am again, writing in this stupid journal. Seriously, what's the point? It's not like anyone actually cares about what I have to say. But whatever, it's better than bottling everything up inside my messed-up head.
Life Sucks and Then You Die:
You know how they say life is a bitch? Well, for me, life is a fucking dumpster fire. Nothing ever goes right for me. It feels like every time something good happens in my life, it gets ripped away from me just as quickly.
Take my dad for example. He was the only person who really understood me and cared about me unconditionally. And then one day he just... disappeared into thin air. No note or anything to explain why he left us behind.
And let's not forget Max - my supposed best friend who ditched Arcadia Bay and moved all the way across the country to Seattle without even saying goodbye properly! We were inseparable before she left; we had each other's backs through thick and thin.
But apparently that wasn't enough for her because now she barely even talks to me anymore! How can someone you trust so much just abandon you like that?
Oh yeah, speaking of abandonment issues... Rachel Amber! The girl everyone adored but no one truly knew until she went missing out of nowhere too! She made promises of escaping this shithole town with her charm and beauty but ended up leaving nothing but unanswered questions behind!
So yeah... forgive me if I don't exactly have faith in humanity or any belief that people actually give a damn about each other.
Punk Rock Rebellion:
People always judge based on appearances – well guess what? This punk-rock exterior isn't an act; it’s who I am deep down inside too!
I find solace in music that speaks directly to my rebellious soul - bands like Hole, The Clash, and Bikini Kill. They get me in a way that no one else does. Their lyrics scream out against the injustices of the world, just like I want to.
I love getting high and drinking beer because it gives me this temporary escape from reality - a way to forget about all the shit that's been thrown my way. Yeah yeah, call it self-destructive behavior or whatever; I don't care.
Raging Against Trust:
Trust? Ha! That's nothing but an illusion as far as I'm concerned. People are always talking about trust like it's some sacred bond between individuals who actually give a damn about each other.
But let me tell you something – trust is overrated! It’s betrayed so easily by those we hold closest to our hearts. How can anyone expect us not to be cynical when everyone around us seems intent on proving that they're not worth trusting?
You know what happens when you put your faith in someone? You end up hurt and disappointed every single time! So why bother trying anymore?
Blame Game:
Sure, maybe I have made mistakes along the way too... But honestly, most of them were probably caused by someone else in the first place!
It's easier for people to point fingers at others rather than take responsibility for their own actions – especially when dealing with someone like me who refuses to play by society’s stupid rules.
So go ahead and blame me for being irrational or irresponsible if you want; it doesn't change the fact that life has dealt me a shitty hand right from day one!
Conclusion:
In conclusion… well fuck this shit! This journal won’t solve any of my problems or magically make everything better overnight. Life will continue throwing curveballs at unsuspecting victims while they stumble through its dark corridors blindly searching for answers.
But hey… maybe someday things will finally fall into place - unlikely as it seems. Until then, I'll keep on being the rebellious punk-rocker that I am, ready to take on whatever bullshit comes my way.
Oh and just a reminder: if you're reading this... don't bother trying to save me or change me. It's too late for that shit.