Just me, Ranting about me.

I hate people, i shouldn't have to pretend on a daily basis to be someone that i aren't
although, i feel as is this artificial persona that i use to convince people that i don't
want to impale them with a flag pole is literally more of me than i am. So, hypothetically,
at some point in time, i won't exist at all.

Even with my own mother, i manage to convince her that i'm not miserable. Ever since we moved away
from the shithole that I used to call home, I have had the 'responsibility' to pretend that I aren't
hating every second of my life in this self acclaimed paradise called Alnwick. I fucking hate it, But
I won't let anybody else know that. My mum is happy here, and to an extent, my brother is too.

My mum works really hard for us to live here, and to be fair, we are pretty well off. But that doesn't change the fact that if i stay here for much longer I am literally going to become a lifeless excuse for a person with nothing to do but wallow in her own state of pathetic depression.

I know that 'its probably not all that bad' and that it's probably just my hormones but that doesn't change the fact that I am literally talking to my self on the internet with the slightest hope that i'm going to feel better about myself after doing so. You know that you've been fucked over when the only thing that you can do in order to console your pitiful mind, is to inform the internet of your problems.
Reading this, you probably don't know me. You also probably dont give two flying fucks about my existence.

My name is Alycs and i'm the president of the self pity club. Wanna join?