Midna88

Walking down the street you run into someone you've never met.  Yet from their facebook accounts and their journals, their blogs and their twitters, you know this person is X years old, lives on X street, is currently having an affair with X and is going to X college.  They are related to X, X, and X, and have befriended X and X.  You've never met this person, yet already you've read, you've watched, you've seen that much of their life.  A relative dies, a child is born, moving to X state in X country. You've never met this person.  Yet as they pass you  in the street you realize you know everything about them. Now ask yourself this: Who d

So...I just learned from my best friend that he discovered why he's so unhappy with his life.  He admitted he hated himself, and for the life of me, I didn't know how to respond.  How does one react to hearing from someone you value almost as much as your family-more in some cases-admitting to the fact that he hates himself?  Yet as much as I hated hearing those words, I had to admit that he was right.  I'd met him in Tech School and had stayed in good contact with him when I graduated and he was forced to stay behind. From the time I've known him, by friend has had a shitty life-Tech School, the MTL's hated him and he always got stuck in CQ

F.M.L. It's Exodus, the time of year when those of us stuck in Tech school are allowed to return for the holidays.  It's supposed to be a time of relaxation and reflection, where you can enjoy your time with your family and put your studies out of your head for a while. So why do I feel like rending something into pieces? Seriously-since I got back home from Exodus, there are times when I just...feel like killing something, almost.  I used to be able to relax-chill in front of the TB, play videogames, write, you know, the usual crap. But I can't. Since returning home, I've been anxious, angry, restless, shoot, half the time I feel like j