miserable

i am,
the weather is,
my relationships are,
my home life is,
my routine is,
my life is,

miserable

i haven't punched anything in a very(!) long time. and i mean very. like probably a year. but i'm so livid on the inside right now. i just want to cry and vent my anger, and the best way for me to do that, is to punch something.

but i haven't yet. but i want to.

i hate living at home. HATE it. i'd rather be poorest most pathetic piece of shit, living somewhere else, than live here. and i think if my mom wasn't with her boyfriend, maybe i'd be absolutely content living here. but as it stands now. i fucking hate it.

i still wish i was dead.