This Is My Rant. We All Get One

I'm tired of dealing with people who don't know how to deal with themselves. I hate when people try to make me something other than what I am. I hate when others try to be me. I hate doing research papers on things I know too much about to be able to look up new information and document it. I hate teachers who believe they are gods. I hate when I get so mad I want to scream but I can't because then I'll wake my mom up from her lunesta-induced slumber so she can scream at me. I hate when I can't tell anyones what's wrong. I'm tired of hiding how I really feel under inside jokes and hollow laughs that echo enough to make them sound real. I hate feeling like I will always be different and alone. It's not a good feeling. I'm sick of being to tired to get up and go in the morning....and afternoon. I'm tired of being tired. I'm done with being weak. I want to make myself strong so no one can hurt me. I want to be the best because if I'm not then I'm worthless. I hate when my scars start to ache. I hate it more when they are sliced back open. Maybe it's the bleeding making me tired. Or maybe it's just the apathy. Classic teenage rebellion. Because I'm soooo traditional. I am a classic. A classic head case. A classic sob story of a good girl gone bad. Your mother warned you about me. The whore yo never want to become. It's weird because I hate not being a whore. Then at least I'm loved. Even if it's only on the fakest and worthless terms. I'm still there. Someone still wants me even if I'm just their favorite toy. I'd rather be a tossed aside toy than a purposely left behind memento of the passed. I hate that it means so much to me. I hate that I can't force myself to care. I hate how far behind I've fallen. And that I don't want to get up. I'm tired of running away, so I just keep going. It's always easier to leave rather than come back. It's easier for me to write this down rather than say it all face to face to some moron who'd never understand what I meant. I hate being trapped in my own cryptic messages. I've entrapped myself in tangles of riddles and that's fine with me. Just stay away I don't need anymore heartache. Riddles of barbed wire, just for you. Just to make sure. Just to make sure this is the last time I have to get up on my soapbox and let everyone in cyberland know how I feel. This is my message, you got it? You better because one day no one but you will remember the girl who had no one to tell...no one to listen...