Why Do I Even Bother?

Been a while, hasn't it? I think I seem to say that everytime I post a new blog up on here... Does that mean I don't blog as much anymore? I guess that's what it says, but I do get pretty busy these days, and anyway, who wants to read my blog anyway? It's just a whole lot of ranting about how shit I am and why my life is so depressed. I don't even know why I bother anymore. I don't know why I even bother to be nice in this sodden fucking shit life that I exist in. I don't know why I have to do all the things that I do and then get no acknowledgement of the slightest bit whatsoever. Why do I bother?

Why do I bother planning everything down to the most detailed spot, yet in return I am treated like shit. I don't get the appreciation I feel like I deserve. Why do I think this? There are plenty examples, but for reasons classified, I won't state them here. Probably because it's going to be a very long list. Nevermind though, I'm sure most who read this blog will probably know what I mean by that anyway. I'm only writing this because I've just been through a very stressful and anxious 30 minutes of my day... I can't help but to vent my anger through this blog. Why this blog though? Because no one reads it. I'm not allowed to post on Facebook because "other people will read it". Yes, because other people will read what I post, I think that was the point of Facebook in the first place... How much longer till my anger dies down? I don't know. Don't ask, and don't even think about it. I'm going to sleep in the living room now. Night night.