butterfly under the glass. beautiful, but not going anywhere.
Damn. i feel so... i dont even know. let's see.. empty, confused, angry, disapointed, excited, uncertain, sick,... indifferent. and more things that i'm to apathetic to think of. i'm so fucking sick of this highschool bull shit. it seems like everything i do is being inspected by my "friends" .. heh.. friends.. such a loose term in highschool. so here's how it goes... i work my ass off to do acomplish something and it seems like no matter how hard i work it isnt good enough. i'm not good enough. but then i tell myself it's ok because "everything happens for a reason" well i'm really starting to believe that fate is what we make of it. but what happens when your best isnt good enough? how are you suposed to have any control over that? you're not. and that is so twisted. i feel so bland. there is nothing i look forward to. my days are nothing but deadlines. each day i'm trying to better myself.. mentally... physicly... but 50% of the time it doesnt matter how hard i try, i don't succede at my goal. so what's the point? ... and i find myself asking that question more and more frequently. WHAT IS THE POINT?!