I hate life sometimes.  You believe that you don't care what people think, what they do, how they act.  But they seem to know there is that tiny crack that is killing you slowly, so they become the infection that only gets worse until your pretty sure a hospital is needed immediately.  To where if you don't back up your gonna suffocate.  And then the decisions you make that seemed perfect, seem to be so stupid.  Where step you take, is wrong.  Every time you breathe, is a  mistake.  And then they take you by the throat and rip it completely out by making your worst fears come true, having to face the facts.  You just lost a friend and they took all the other people that could stand you.  

Or maybe I'm just a baby and need to stop overthinking every step of mine.