Meeeeeep
I'm really
kinda
a little
tired
as in

one eighth of an extremely tired thingum
I don't even know what I'm writing
and I wish I could write it out
but it's just a boggle of emotions within me

and I hate everyone because
expectations
and it goes both ways because I expect,
and they expect.

...
I'm really afraid of failing my math. Not those kind of low A1s, but really- C6, F9 etc.

And then there's LA Blocks and I really hope it's an argumentative essay so it'll be easier for me to write...
...

That's kinda stupid.

I just want to cry- quite badly, but I'll rate it a 6 upon 10.
I'll bet other people are suffering more than I am, but.

Honestly.
No.

Ugh.
And people who reassure me that I have friends-
that's the point about reassuring someone.
You say some nice stuff to comfort them,
then it's over.

And when you seek comfort, you are subconsciously willing yourself to think of whatever the other person's said-- are lies.

And in that way, you do not derive comfort, which is quite stupid, but I do it all the time and I end up bashing myself up