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Just me?

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It’s like I’m studying for an exam that will only prove to me how I’m wasting my time trying to do things I am not good enough to do. I don’t want to sit here and get HD’s on assignments or score highly on my tests. I don’t care how well I can memorise the periodic table or balance chemical equations, it’s all bullshit to me. THIS is all bullshit to me. I am sick of fulfilling requirements of others, being marked and judged against others ability to memorise terminology. Being marked and judged against others ability to play nice. Being marked and judged against others ability to act as though they’re friends, as though they actually care about the utter crap falling out of the mouths of those they’re sitting next to in class, on the train, at lunch. I am in awe every time I see these relationships blossom out of nothing but the mutual fear of being alone. Of how two people can sit surrounded in the lie of a friendship which exists purely so they wont be only one in a row of empty seats. I don’t want to be forced. I don’t want to pretend that I care when I don’t. I want to sit alone at the Cafe and eat by myself. Sit at the station, the movies, the shops ALONE. I don’t want to play nice and I sure as hell don’t want you to play nice either. Playing nice is draining. Acting as though you care is draining. Please never waste your time,your soul, pretending as though we’re friends when we both know we aren’t. We are not balanced, there is no equilibrium, this is not a chemical equation. 

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Anonymous asked: what do your parents work as? :)

Well this be a weird question..

My father is an engineer and my mother works at Coles.  

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