Good morning sunshine! It's been awhile...
My thoughts are like plastic pages... rounded corners and able to resist any amount of confusion or refutation. I close my eyes and they roll themselves up and they are what seems like forever tossed out, never to return. The stress builds up and in turn causes things to erupt; things i've never had problems with before and that I never dreamed I would. I don't want to have to go through these things anymore, having to be like everyone else because I don't think that way. I hate that the pressure is so high, being like everyone else really doesn't seem like fun to me. I just wish that I had enough in me to defeat all of the preset expectations, to be able to go somewhere where I can be my own person. Why is it so hard to love the one you're with?