
I am so sick of having to put up with girls who think I'm not good enough if I don't talk about sex..

I am so tired of people telling me what would be best for me..

I am so sick of nobody telling me if they love me and why..

I am also so sick of having constant flashbacks to my most recent traumas {Casandra's situation, me and my ex's vicious break up, the 3/16 fire.. the tornado of 98 and the deaths of my father and 1 of my bestest friends}
I feel so great during the day a lot of times.. and then at night.. I collapse into these problems..


Please bear with me.. I'm so sorry
