To often I feel like the stress of life gets the best of me. Whether it's work that needs done or bills that need paid. That's the stress I can deal with though. The kind I can throw on my back and carry till it wastes away from my mind. But lately I've had a stress of a different kind.
Sometimes I wish I could just say what I feel. And that others could do the same. And that acceptance and forgiveness weren't so rare a thing. And that pretty girls with blonde hair weren't so **** confusing.