So much stress has built up.
Minor stress relieves cause more stress in the long run.
So much is fighting to burst out.
Here comes another list.
I hate the feeling that I'm constantly fighting to keep you here being my friend. I hate feeling like you don't want anything to do with me anymore, and that I'm turning into a friend you no longer want to talk to. It hurts when you call me annoying, or stupid. Fuck my life. I can't always be on your side. Everybody's wrong every once in a while.
I set unreachable goals for myself, it just depresses me more.
I'm unbelievably lazy.
I have a weird addiction to music, and I get obsessed with one song for two weeks, and then its on to the next one.
I hate not having money, and I hate using my gas.
Mom, you're pushing me into things I don't want to do. You're "little" hints you keep dropping, hit harder than you think, pretty soon, I will shatter.
I wish I had a life worth bragging about.
I just want everyone to like me.
"We sing, we sing, na-na-na-na-na."
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