"Where the fuck is my punching bag??"

For the first time I'd be using my blog to vent out my anger. "I don't want to live, I am good for nothing, I am just a piece of shit!!!!! " These thoughts cross our minds a lot of times but most of us sail through it because of our strong support system, like friends, peers sometimes surprisingly even parents. Many say its just one of those teenage growing up negative thoughts or some blaah shit like that. Whatever the fucking reason is, I hate it when I feel like giving up. I hate it when i find the entire world against me as if they are conspiring to make my life hell!

And in these times, trust me, boyfriends are the people you should never ask help from. They say they understand, but actually have no clue of what crap you are talking, for that matter even you wouldnt know!! So what do you do? Talk to friends? who are busy with their own confused teenaged lives? or talk to parents who would defintely tell you everything but calm you down!

AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!! I feel like standing on my terrace and shout " FUCK OFFF"!!!!
Guess i should just grab a quick bite of some sinful Chocolate Mousse.............................." Where the fuck is my punching back?"