The pressure to conform to societies expectations is impossible.
You have to wear this, say that or do this, it’s just too much for me to handle!
Everywhere I go there are eyes, watching, waiting? They never go away and for some unknown reason I am addicted to what they have to say about me, regardless if it’s good or bad, but it’s mostly bad.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry for never being good enough for your eyes. I am not perfect but news flash, no one is! And the sooner you realize that the better. Life is way too short for what ifs, what if I helped that girl out or what if I told her that I really didn’t like the way she treated me. Would my life be better? Honestly I have no clue. So all in all life is confusing and cruel but in the end “they” say it all will get better. But then again they are the same people that put us through the torture, they are the eyes.