School is getting to me. It's slithering under my skin. Giving me the creeps. How it seeps in unknowingly, then chooses to settle down and start its shit. Argh. I don't even think I'm making sense anymore! Sheesh. The first signs of stress kicking in, perhaps?

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Sometimes, I'm ready to rip my hair off. Sometimes, I need the support and belief too. Sometimes, I need help. Sometimes, I need to know. Sometimes, I feel unloved too. I know it seems lame, now that it's in print. But I think you know what I mean. *Sigh

I feel so. Submerged. Drowning in all misery has to offer it gets extremely sad. The fire, gets real small. Has been for quite some time now. It needs to be reignited.

You know the feeling of knowing exactly it, and yet not knowing anything at all? It's so fucking weird not to mention frustrating.

Like a ball thrown back and forth, flung left to right, recklessly passed from girl to girl during PE. It emits joy, sure. Girls squeal in delight at having caught it. After it's done its job, though, it's a different story. It gets tossed carelessly aside, waiting for the first kind soul to pick it up and put it nicely in the PE room, while everyone else heads off to change into their skirts.

I feel like that fucking ball now. Patiently, I stand here.

All you want is someone who understands. Yeah, that's why we have friends. But I don't want those who'd understand but question at the same time.