sometimes I just get in these moods where I think about nothing but destruction

But, what's the point in living, anyway?

I don't see a purpose quite exactly

my idea of fun is everything illegal

but if I get arrested, it's gonna be more than difficult to find a job

I could end up homeless
Or even worse, 40 years old living with my mother

we're born, and education is forced on us
we go to school with people we hate
atleast 50% or more of the school population hates themselves because of the people and remarks they have to deal with
everyday

but if we drop out of school, it's gonna be hard to get a job
and if we get lucky enough to get a job without education it's usually a job with poor pay

but how do you pay for your wife and two kids as a coworker at McDonald's?

"Lifes to short to have bad days," they say

life's not so short when you spend most of your time drowning in sadness and remorse
thinking about different ways to commit suicide

because it all started with a stupid boy
and it ended with a couple girls from school laughing at you

I breathe in anxiety
I exhale insecurity
while I'm stuck contemplating wether or not the girls across the room laughing at me

It's all so stupid
I guess life's not so short after all.