complaining

I hate my life.

But before I delve into that, before you scowl and say, "Hamilton has nothing to worry about," you don't know me. Maybe you know me, but you don't know me as much as I do. EVERYONE has their own issues, and no one person's situation is any worse than another. People are individuals and the ONLY person that knows EVERYTHING about a person is that person. My issues are big for me, just like Sharonaqueeshakaneleka's problems are big for her. So don't make light of anyone's situation... and don't claim to know anything about anyone. You don't know anyone but yourself (and just in case anyone is wondering, this is not directed to any one person... this is a blanket statement to the entire internet community).

My parents are impossible. Point blank. I don't want to go into that any further.

My kidneys don't work. I don't talk about this much in here, just because I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. And it is WAY more serious than anyone knows or claims to know, so how's that for thinking you know me?

"I don't believe in love so I can't be saved..." -Ben Folds Five
(Not really a big issue as of late, but it's still worth hating my life for)

That's about it. And ironically, I'm not in a terrible mood. I've just been carrying on like things are normal. I'm not mad or sad... just tickled at how f-ed up my situation is. Don't get me wrong... I am really thankful for the things in my life that ARE going right. They are the few things that can make me smile in the midst of my crazy parents, revolting kidneys, and unbelief of love.

When my mom was talking to me this morning (or shall I say barking), I really thought about how easy it would be to put a gun in my mouth... not kidding... It would make things so much easier. I'm not going to of course... first of all, I don't know where I would get a gun, and secondly, I would be too scared that I would miss and mess things up even more.

Whatever.