The pressure is overwhelming.
The pressure to be perfect in this judgemental society that we live in.
Parents make the pressure of perfection and when you fail to meet their standards they cut you off from the only things that keep you alive.
Friends make the pressure of promises, if you fail to keep them then you feel the guilt, every time you feel the guilt you die a little inside.
School makes the pressure of popularity, fail to be popular and you will be hated by half the world.
Teachers make the pressure of homework, homework equals stress, stress equals a mental breakdown, mental breakdown equals failure at school and failure at school equals failure in life.
Every little thing is made up of pressure.
No one in this world is seen perfect in the eyes of others and a few are never seen perfect in their own eyes but those few are the ones I want to love.

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Life of Death
RandomWhen I feel down I write. Here are some of the dark thoughts I have.