My umimaginative titles tell you I'm going to rant

I'm irritated. By everything. By everyone. Every five minutes I either want to strangle someone or crawl into a hole.

I just finished reading an article about a black man who was shot down the morning of his wedding after leaving a strip club (his bachelor party) by NYPD officers. Okay, the officers say he was yelling about getting a gun. So the officers shot him ... 50 times.

Excuse me? I am the only fucking one with any sense? Even if he DID have a gun, you don't empty your case into him, get a new one, and repeat the process! FUCK! You shoot his FUCKING KNEE CAPS! Incapicitate him, and then repeat the process to his buddies. THEN you act. THEN you arrest and search and all that good stuff.

Even if the officers did it just cuz they hated the dude or something ridiculious, I wouldn't just outright kill the man! If I really had a thing against this almost-groom, I would STILL shoot his knees, because they would HURT like FUCK and the pain would last WAY LONGER than him dying in a matter of minutes.

Seriously people. Think.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I'm tired of school. I'm tired of tests and money issues and feeling lonely and not having someone to be with. It is FUCKING FRUSTRATING! Half the time I'm depressed and I don't even have a good reason! None what's so ever, so I'm turning into a mental case.

I'll be damned if I get put on meds, but that won't happen will it? Cuz I'm not going to the doctor's. I'm not sick physically, there is no reason to visit therefore no way to be prescribed some shit. Yeah. I'm a little irritated.

My grades aren't doing so well. My GPA was a 4.0 last semester, this semester I'll be pushing it if I can manage a 3.6. Oh sure, it sounds so nice to have that. But it isn't, not for me. But who the fuck cares how I feel, right.