i dont know what has kept me from doing it. i thought about it alot in the past. grew up the bastard son of an extramarital affair, with just my mom, bi-polar as they come. she spent years depressed to the point of not leaving bed for weeks at a time, which sucks to deal with at 14.
spent countless winters without heat, or adaquate food, which is most likely the reason ive got this constant blub that doesnt go away. spent about 9 months with no heat, hot water or electricity. talk about fucking depressing.
its hard to explain to your friends/gf, that even though you go to a school that costs 10g's a year, you cant have any one over, and you try to be home as little as possible, since the amish had it better than me.
though i may be quite intelligent, i am fond of doing stupid shit. my extended family is oen of two ways, they are so smart it hurts, or so smart they hurt themselves with constant repetative destructive behavior.
perhaps i am too dumb to be legitimately depressed, perhaps even if i was, i am too damn proud to admit it. i always feel like i have something to prove, and i am destined for something greater than i currently have, no matter how much or how little i do have.
maybe, its the stubborn irish in me that is just too motherfucking stubborn to let shit bother me. On often occasions where people expect me to lose my shit on someone that i am forced to tolerate, i always reiterate the same point "i fucking hate every fucking person for one reason or another." (plus or minus the "fucking"'s of course.) maybe i am depressed, maybe i am cynical as hell, maybe i am toom stupid to be either, however, one thing is for sure, i will never outright admit guilt, a personal flaw, or my true emotions.
i think i need help lol