Cry for attention.

Posted by MahFreenAmeh on April 17, 2007, 5:45 p.m.

Yes, this is a cry for attention. I don't really think I need it, but apparently, I'm just the center for all bad news in the world. Er, not really. But I have learned one thing today.

Now, if you don't like people complaining, just leave now, because I'm pissed.

Anyways. So, people who know me would never guess that I'm sad and depressed a lot. I am. It's hard to believe, because I mask it well enough. And you know what I do when I'm depressed?

I write music.. Yes, I do. And what do I write music for? So people can pay attention to my music, and perhaps be a bit emphatic for my pain. So, here's the problem.

My friend is having break up problems with his so-called girlfriend. I can understand that that's depressing, yes. But, the interesting thing is this: He wrote a song about it. And, you know what? He got mad at me for not being emphatic.

Yet EVERY time I showed him one of my songs, you know what he had to say about them?

"Epic."

No empathy at ALL. Just epic. EPIC. There's no care about the pain that I went through to write those. I'm depressed half of the time in my life. He has problems with his girl, and suddenly, he's the fucking most important thing ever?

I really do invite him to just try being depressed for as long as I usually am. Let me list a few reasons WHY I'm depressed.

1.) I feel worthless in society. Not like it matters.

2.) I'm partially a nihilist. Fun.

And, here's the clincher.

3.) I can't get a girlfriend to HAVE problems with. (pwnt? yes.)

So I honestly think he should just shut his fucking headhole until he's able to go through the pain I am. And I doubt he ever will. I swear, such fucking hypocritical mayhem.

Fuck.

Anyways, complaining over. Maybe.

Other than that bullshit, my day was pretty much normal. Standardized testing, you know, boring shit. I swear, I couldn't concentrate too well. I don't like testing too much.

Hm. I think that's about it. I don't really know. Today was boring. And not reaffirming for my psyche. I have no clue why.

And if you just read this blog, and deny its existence…

I will hunt you down.

You have a keyboard. Use it.

~MahFreenAmeh~

Comments

MahFreenAmeh 17 years, 7 months ago

And, REZ, technically, only the second two are caused by myself. I've tried to make myself known in society, and I have been. But not the way I want to be. I'm not really angry at my depression, to be honest, it's the fact that someone who has no reason to be depressed acts like he's more important than me.

Just wake me up when I come around.

MahFreenAmeh 17 years, 7 months ago

Sk8, you must be slime. Zipper, you would understand exactly how Meditation can calm you down if you ever go inside of your soul.

Tasm 17 years, 7 months ago

Go inside my soul? Sounds scary.

Kaz 17 years, 7 months ago

Quote:
3.) I can't get a girlfriend to HAVE problems with.
The only girl I have ever liked has a BF. That's why I was sad on one of your previous blogs.

Rez 17 years, 7 months ago

@MFA: Oh, then I have pretty much the same problem. XD

sk8m8trix 17 years, 7 months ago

Ooh, I'm slime… Another way to sneak into the girls locker room. SLIME MORPH TIME!

Rez 17 years, 7 months ago

Thanks Kaz for that touching comment…

MahFreenAmeh 17 years, 7 months ago

Hm. It isn't.

MahFreenAmeh 17 years, 7 months ago

Er. WAit. Soul: not scary. Kaz: Woot. Rez: RAWR. Sk8: Die. Random things. I don't know.

Souls are peaceful places. Mine is, at least.

MahFreenAmeh 17 years, 7 months ago

Er. Woot not to Kaz. Damn it, I'm fucking up. Kaz: That sucks. Rez: Woot rawr. YESZ.