long day. school. home. everything.
stress, the whole deal. It all piles up like a mound of rocks.
Each rock says something.
A comment, a thought, an action.
all the rocks, small and large and negative.
They crush me bit by bit and tear my soul.
I want to put my all, is what I say to myself.
But that only means i want... I want... to be
perfect.
I know its not possible, I'm not that stupid.
But its my reality.
Its the reality of a simple nobody.
