It’s been awhile.

Wow. I haven’t been writing for 3 months and now I’m back again. It’s funny cause I thought I was doing so well. Turns out, I’ve been lying to myself. Yes, people have it worse than me but does that mean my problems don’t matter? I’m about to start college soon after graduating early one whole year. The expectation of everyone is really weighing down on me. The stress of handling everything, every action that I take from now on is being carefully watched and judged. I’m trying to handle so many things in my life and I think I’m getting overwhelmed again. I know that everyone thinks it is my fault and maybe it is but sometimes i wish that people wouldn’t expect so much off me. I’m sorry I’m not perfect. I’m sorry that I don’t live up to your expectations and maybe I ask for too much. Maybe I’m just not meant to have this relationship I’m in. He basically hates me and anyone in the world could look at him and say that. I’m falling apart again and no one cares. I don’t blame them. I’m one person in the world. Who cares?