I hate it. It's just this boy, this silly kid, this...
I just have to be standing somewhere around him and he drives me mad. It's always such a stressful situation.
In fact, this morning I went away into a classroom because I just couldn't stand in front of my form room, waiting for my teacher to unlock the door... Yeah...
THAT is how I fight stress, I run away and stop thinking about whatever it is, the thing you should not do.
But... I can't help it, I am not independent, I can't control my feelings, I just get blown away and...
Yeah, I am...
Lazy and stressed easily and then everyone is laughing at me.
I am a ridiculous and predictable and boring person, so... Maybe I deserve it.
And I am always complaining and everyone tells me I am somehting better than I actually am, but when I am stressed, I say how uncapable I am of fighting it.
So, I have to live with it. I don't do to therapies, why should I? My parents would just tell me that I can co it myself, everyone seems to tell me I am Superman, but practically I am... a... stone?


And I laugh, but that doesn't help. Sometimes you have to be sad...