As most of you may have guessed, I've been going through some tough situations lately. As with most of my problems... I put a little too much thought into some things, not enough into others, and bam! Situation status: disproportionate.

Meh. I will never learn my lesson when it comes to keeping my mind off of things that bother me when I'm already depressed. My brooding pieces only come when I am upset or depressed about something. Maybe I just don't like myself when I am upset, who knows really? Maybe it's just that I'm female... As my loving boyfriend always relays...

Here's my point:

I'm pretty happy go lucky, and I rarely take others' situations very seriously, let alone my own... It takes a lot to break me, but I've learned that I'm only human. I don't get it though. People I know can talk behind my back, in front of my face, spread lies, humiliate me, PUNCH ME IN THE FACE, for all I care, and I walk away generally unharmed... but throw someone in there that I care about deeply, those few that I love, and one comment will hurt me more than I can relay in a message, in a song, in a poem, a letter. It's a pain that only I know. It's pretty hard to accept that I will never change that.

I'm just not myself when I'm a mess...