stress.
everywhere i turn there are expectations that i have to meet.
i'm not big on expectations.
i hate the repercussions for failing to meet them more.
i'm working to stay positive but i feel myself slipping backwards and no amount of running is making progress.

i'm drowning and the sea vultures i drew on the boy's white board are coming for me. if i believed in regrets, i may right now be regretting making them up . . .

0 people are so beautiful... to me...

confessed on Thursday, Dec. 27, 2007