Go away, seriously.

You know the feeling when you're sitting in math class and you just have this terrible urge to get out of your sit, punch your teacher in the face and run the fuck out of the school?

You know the feeling of frustration, when all you want to do is to stab yourself a few times in the chest with a sharp knife, to get at that really itchy spot in the inner center and you can't coz you know you'll die and so you smoke in hopes that the harsh smoke will hit that spot and end your torment?

You know the feeling of being so fucking angry and so fucking helpless at the same time because you know you can't do anything about anything?

No I'm not fine and I do NOT wish to talk about it.

Now fuck off and leave me be.