Depression Rants.

HUGE ASSHOLE(S).

Okay, this year, there were a couple of huge fucking dicks and annoying 'friends' who were oblivious to how much I hated them. I feel bad saying it, but I have this innocent as all fuck friend, and I absolutely hate him. I hate him! Tall, blonde, some of my friends will know who I'm talking about. Now, I'm not saying names, because that could stir up a stew of shitstorm. He is so goddamn annoying, oh my fucking lord. And yes, I realize this is titled depression rants, and this is not a depression rant. It is a piSSED OFF RANT. Anyway.

I used to get at least a bit of attention to my drawings. "Oh, wow, you're really good at drawing!" "I wish I could draw like that!" yadda yadda. But then, here blondie asshole comes alone with his ONE SINGLE DRAWING. The only thing he ever draws is the Titanic. He's perfected it, too. He draws it from one angle. Basically, he's learned how to make ONE FUCKING DRAWING from ONE FUCKING ANGLE. Now? He's the only one who gets any attention to his drawings. This sounds horrible and self-centered, but I liked it when people appreciated my drawings.

At least I don't draw the same thing OVER. AND OVER. AND OVER. AND FUCKING OVER OVER A OVNWEJKTG NLEFIHGBrskgBK ADKfnsORhlktd.

It pisses me the fuck OFF.

And, when he does something annoying, and you want him to stop, you CANT TELL HIM. If you do, he either keeps doing it, has a huge fucking spaz attack, ignores you, or acts all fucking upset. God fucking damn it! He thinks everything he does is funny. Maybe you're sitting on the floor, and he comes and lays across your legs. "Please get off my legs." "*laughter* No!! :D"

You keep telling him to GET OFF, and he doesn't. He keeps LAUGHING. He thinks it's a fucking joke. It's NOT.

And, alright. I always wear hoodies. Every day, a hoodie. You know what he LOOOOVES DOING to mess with me?

He shoves my hood over my face.

I'll be walking down the hall of my school, going to my next class, and suddenly I'm shrieking in pain and terror because my hood was shoved over my face. I wear glasses, and sometimes when he does it they're shoved down my nose. The skin on my nose was actually pulled open because he did that. My glasses stretched it a bit far, and my nose was bleeding. But you know what he did?

He laughed.

He thought it was funny! He thought it was a joke! My nose was goddamn bleeding and he was laughing!

Every time he did it, it hurt my face. I've gotten scrapes, bruises, everything imaginable on my face that's an injury because of him and his stupid fucking 'jokes.'

Now, you may note that this part's name is asshole(s).

That's because I have another guy to rant about.

This one, again, no names, is a bit overweight, and he has the humor of a 4th grader. I'm not kidding. He tells yo mama jokes, laughs when you say something like 'poop,' and tells dirty jokes repeatedly.

Honestly, the dirty jokes used to be funny, but he just ran 'em dry.

And you know what this motherfucker likes doing? He likes coming up to me, and hugging me out of nowhere.

Alright, you might think, "aww, that's cute! youre so tiny, and hes so big; you must appreciate it!"

Fuck no!

It absolutely scares the shit out of me, every time! I once slammed my head on the vents of a locker because he did it! That hurt like hell! But, no, here he comes, out of nowhere, HUG! Holy fuck, dude, ever heard of consent? Personal space?

Okay, so; I sat next to him in math. And let me tell you something.

This kid has no sense of personal hygiene.

He smells like he just rolled through a dumpster, then got sprayed by a couple skunks. Probably attempted to shower, but accidentally showered in sewer sludge. He smelled awful. And I tried to tell him nicely, but he just ignores me. He ignores me! I almost puked a couple times because I had to sit next to him. Yes, he smells that bad.

Holy fucking christ, this kid.

He calls him my friend. He has the audacity to call himself my friend! After all the shit you do? Fuck to the fucking no!

Oh my LORD, this fucking KID.

Also, a few days ago, a random kid tried to wolf whistle at me, because I was wearing a dress, but his whistle died out, and he tried to bring it back to life, but failed miserably. It was really amusing.

Anyway.

There's a third kid; this one's a girl. I couldn't call her an asshole, but boy, is she an attention seeker, let me tell you. I said something jokingly; I've forgotten it by now, it was at the beginning of the year, all I remember was that it wasn't even offensive. She goes up to me, and says to me in this snarky voice "Excuse me, but don't say things like that. I have a depression disorder."

What the fuck.

Okay, first off; you don't go up to someone you barely know and tell them you have a depression disorder. You could have just asked me to not say it, and maybe said that it upset you. But telling me you have a depression disorder?

If you actually do, that's fine! I'm not trying to offend you! But why the FUCK would you tell me that? I barely know you! You don't tell strangers that you have a depression disorder! You're either, A. Really stupid, or B. Looking for attention.

In all honesty, I assume the latter.

And, if I am offending ANYONE right now, I'm EXTREMELY sorry, but this was put as mature for a reason, and there was a large warning in the description.

My fucking fuck shitty ass school. God damn.