god this is such immense faggotry. I thought about killing myself this morning. No real reason. It just seems like the right thing to do. Anything I achieve in life is always weighted down by this intense feeling of hopelessness and futility. So what's the point in keeping going, really?

I dunno what I'll do next year. I could leave school and go to any university that'll be stupid enough to take me. Or stay the whole way and give myself another year of lazing around. I like the second one, but they both have their perks.