I’m so exhausted. Exhausted with life and I really shouldn’t be because my life is truly great. Instead of exhausted I should be thrilled about the things I get to do each day (even if they are within the walls of my high school) and the people I get to see. I’m just tired of working hard for what feels like nothing. No matter how hard I work there is someone better whether it be at school, at sports, or just at being a person in general. All of what I’m typing doesn’t really matter considering I’m going to continue working hard either way. I guess that’s the point, working hard with little reward. Maybe there is no reward at the end (whatever the end is), perhaps the reward is all the happens along the way.

I think although we may not understand the people that need us to understand them, it should be enough to want to understand them, and care enough to try.

Split

And you feel sick
About to throw up

Confused and lost
Looking for the exit

In this crazy
Little world

Filled with
Love and chaos

Forming a chemical reaction
Likely to combust

Right
In your face