The pot is full...

Too many people/things to care or worry about in not enough time and not enough me.


Elise and Sahana are kind of in an awkward situation that I helped create, but she really should trust Sahana.

I love Katie and can't get her off of my mind.

Nat I have to keep my distance with her now.

My mom is on the verge of another mental breakdown because of work.

My dad is still threatening to leave the house.

My brother is still failing college.

I'm losing touch with so many friends it's not funny.

Alec I think put 2 and 2 together to figure out me and Nat. (completely my fault, god im such an idiot)

My parents think that if my coach sees my scars I'll be thrown off of the team.

Tam still worries me when she gets to talking about Harpo.

Christy pretty much wants to kill me.

Teri pretty much wants to kill me.

I'm still worried that I'll stop keeping in touch with Elise.

I'm confused about Katie because she definatly was trying to make moves on me at license to wed... but she was the one who broke up with me and was saying it was a mistake.

Sahana, I'm worried about her problem... It's really not healthy

Teri, I know she's already prepared herself for it, but that does seem a little cold, because now the relationship really won't flow as smoothly.

I confused Andrea at the fireworks at the end of the spree, and confused myself. I hope that I didn't hurt her when I started going out with Katie.

My parents are still riding me to "make eagle" (a rank in boy scouts [the highest one]). But I will and now It's just a matter of time, but they refuse to believe that.

The psychologist my parents are gonna send me to is the same one my brother went to for his anger management problems, awkward, no?

I've had this thing since summer camp, where I'll kind of phase out, and then I'll see, hear, taste, touch, and smell things, but it's like I'm doing it at some futuristic theater where I have no control over it. When I move, it feels as though someone else is moving me. when someone's talking to me, I don't feel like they're really talking to me. I hear everything, close and far, and my eyesight doesn't focus on one particular thing. am i going crazy? no, I'm not taking any drugs.


My parents keep looking at me like I don't belong to them. I think thats because my moms side has a history of depression and bipolar disorder and she doesn't want a kid who has that.

My parents keep talking about me like I'm not there when I'm in the same room.

I'm probably one of the weakest guys in football.

I dropped a 75 pound bar on my stomach last weight training.

We still are poor as fuck.

The other house is still sucking money.

My parents are still as irritable as ever.

I feel like taking Katie and running away from it all.