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Does it Ever End?

I love people who can balance all the things in their life so effortlessly.

They excel without ever even trying.
Breezing through the things that keep me up for countless nights worrying.

Trying to talk to me about their immature and adolescent drama like it's life or death.
Making me lose (even more) sleep over petty shit that makes no difference.

And then when this catches up to them, and they fall, hard, they turn to anyone, crying and begging. And somehow it always works.
They get forgiveness, they slide by, yet again. They get through it and don't even really care. All they're worried about is the next party they can go to, or the next scandal they can get involved in.

While I'm here, working my ass off for everything I can get or do. Not even taking a moment to live my life. No stopping for eating, or sleeping, or showering, or friends, or anything that I want. I couldn't possibly be selfish and jeopardize my work like that. All I can ever seem to think about is the amount of work I have to do, the huge exam coming up, the three essays I have to write, the audition I have in a week, the list goes on and on. And yet, while I'm over here sacrificing everything, I get shat on by everyone. With mediocre results of all my countless hours of dedication. With everyone else trying to get me to do their work. With everyone else so concerned about simple matters in their life that are of no importance. But yet when I try to speak, or scream for help, or find some sort of release of all this pressure, nobody cares. Nobody listens. Half the time I don't even want to admit it, much less talk about it. But it would still be nice if people left me the hell alone with their idiotic issues.

One more thing,
I lied.
I really hate those people that get through everything without even trying.
Especially if it's because of their looks
(Or riches)

~S~