The End.

I'm in a weird mood.
One of those moods where you can't classify yourself as happy or sad, ecstatic or depressed. It's one of those where it's a mixture of both- you're happy to try to forget that you're sad, or the other way around.
I don't get it. I don't get why I'm so frustrated. I don't get why I want to murder you. I don't get why I can't see that you're my friends and that you have things to do. I don't get why I'm so sensitive. I don't get why I'm ignored.
I don't get why I'm upset.
I don't understand any of this. I just don't. It's like you're ripping a part of me away, the part that stayed amused and happy all the time.
I don't understand why you can't understand. Why can't you understand that you say the littlest things that make me so hurt and so sad? Why can't you understand that I care about you and yet you make me feel hated? You make me feel unloved. You make me feel like you don't care.
Is this just hormones? Is it just the cursed puberty that makes me feel like this? Or is it true? Is it true that you don't like me? Have you been lying? Have you been pretending this whole time?
Is it because I'm annoying? Is it because I'm terrible at everything? Is it because I'm a procrastinator? Is it because I don't show you enough love? Is it because of my obsessions? Or is it none of these? Are you even my friends?
Heh, now I'm crying. Tears of remorse and frustration. Tears of anger and exhaustion.
This isn't what I want.
I don't want to feel like this.
This sucks. A lot. A gay guy can't even comprehend how much this sucks. And don't laugh at that. That was the best metaphor I had on hand.
Even my closest friends make me feel like they don't like me anymore.
Am I overreacting, or is it true?
Do you hate me? Is that it? Do you hate me?
Whatever. I guess I shouldn't care.
I'll leave it up if you want to take a gander sometime or another. Don't expect me to be online.