I was tired of it.
All of it.
The opinions.
The judgements.
The pressure.
It's was 9:55 p.m. on Sunday.
I was crying.
Because of everything, everything that bothered me, I was breaking down, crumbling, like ruins, barriers breaking, I was going to explode soon.
First it was the musical I was in.
Then it was my 3 midterms.
Then it was my English paper.
Then it was my conclusion for lab report.
Then it was all the bulimic and anemic theories.
Finally, it was you.
I wasn't hormonal or anything like that.
I was just swimming under pressure, not water, pressure.
I felt like I was going to suffocate, faint...again, I couldn't handle it anymore.
I didn't want to break down, but I did.
My mother was saying, "I'm tired of your moodiness. You're such a drama queen."
I wasn't a drama queen.
I was just a balloon...about to explode.
My feelings were going to mush everywhere, then I was going to shrivel up into a corner, and cry.
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What I Meant
Teen Fiction(Completed but not edited) Everything lies within tangled webs. Feelings, thoughts, truth. You can try to lie. Fake a smile. But you can't fake your feelings. You can't fake how you feel, and even if you try, it never works. Or else you explode i...
