i'm sick of this feeling.

the worst part about it is that it is self inflicted. i think that i finally know that i am going to do something about it. maybei need to ask for help, but i wont. because i don't want you to look at me like that. but i am sick of looking at me like this.

this is a turning point for me in which i need what i will refer to as "santa claus support". support without knowing what is really wrong. support without question.

wait, isn't that friendship? well, i guess that's what i'm going to need, a big bucket of friendship.