Annie, I fucking hate you.

Seriously, I really fucking hate me.

I can't be bothered anymore, what's the point in life when all you're doing is living? By living I mean getting up, moving, that shit. I don't enjoy it, I enjoy a few times when I'm drunk, and very few other times. I hate everyday, it's going nowhere, I'm not doing well in anything. I feel dead most of the time. I'm not having a rant or just feeling sorry for myself, I just don't see the point. I'm not living how most teenagers do. I don't feel down a few times, then go out with a bunch of friends and have a great time, I feel down all the time, and very rarely have a good time. Pfft just seriously why can't I give up.