Only one day left of this week. then one week left. then three days of practice exams, then revision, then exams then... finally, ill be done with this shithole of a place called school. Don't get me wrong, school's... no yeah, it is shit. I'm still waiting to find out why year 12 is apparently "the best year of school" because since year 9 each year has just been worse than the last, and this year's no exception. I just really can't wait until school's done and I'm off to uni, doing what i actually want to do with my life, doing things i hope i can actually enjoy.
And I mean I really can't wait. Every day it's getting harder to pretend nothing's wrong, harder to suck it up and get on with things, harder to keep everything inside. And it's not like i can let it out - close to 3 (4?) years of pretending I'm fine, holding in my sorrow, anger and other things I won't care to mention here, does not permit you to suddenly decide to let it out in small healthy doses. There is no longer such thing as small doses. It's all or nothing, and all does not look good. Looks more like a prison sentence.
Just hopeful, once the stressors of school are behind me and I can focus on my animation and games (as a part of my learning as well as recreation), that things will become even just a little easier.
I started off writing this saying how little there was left of school.. though the more I look at it the longer it feels, it still feels like forever until I'm free, and even then I'll still be in shackles - and once that are hella hard to get rid of. I still maintain it will never be better, since I know myself better than them, yet they still insist on saying things will pick up.
Sure, if things are going badly, you're shattered and feel like nothing can ever work out, yes, you still can be put back together. But when there are pieces missing, peices that were never really there in the first place, its not that simple. In fact its not simple at all. It's hopeless, and having hope just adds to the torment.
I've accepted how broken I am, it doesn't mean I'm not working at it, not getting help, but that I know I wont ever be completely fixed, and there's nothing I can do about that.
No I haven't lost any really close family members, I haven't had my best friend die in my arms, I wasn't abused (physically at least), I haven't been raped. What's wrong is not anything any of you can see, or a sad story I can tell. It's things people never seem to understand, things people think I make up, things no one will see evidence of no matter what I say or how I try to explain. I'm alone in this, no matter how many people are supporting me - Because no one can see, and never really fully understand. I'm not special, some people are worse off than me. I know this. But I also know what I'm going through is real, despite how little you see.
No need to comment. No need to tell me it will be okay. No need to tell me I'm not alone - I know all this. It's not that I don't appreciate it, I love any support i can get.
It just won't help. This is more a vent session for me anyway because I'm really not coping. I'm just ready to give up again.
sorry for the depressing rant,
signing off,
~Nattoons.
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"There's no such thing as hope, The only thing in this world is despair."
-Nozomu Itoshiki, Sayonara, Zetsubou Sensei