just shoot me.

So as I try to piece together the common puzzle of negros and their relationships and greeks and their lives I realize. What is the point? I feel as if I'm an excluded figuire among thousands of destined greats. Excuses pile on my mind with such pitiness such as...its windy or she looks in a hurry. Granted both of these could be justified, but is it so terrible to want to be included. The least that God can do is let me have somewhat of a good year. Granted He has done a lot, but on some real can i for once feel like everybody else? I already have the traditional odds against me. Is it so hard to want a break? Good goodness. I pray for everything to go smoothly this semester in regards to you who and what they do. I can't hide in my room forever because even that has become a pit of rules and regulations that terrorize my thoughts in search of a whole. Oh and boys suck just to reinterate that point. I don't see how talking to someone would do me any bit of good. The only thing it does it keep be distracted on my everyday fails at life. Oh it just doesnt go up from here does it?