I sleep to escape from reality..

Yes, my friend got hit by a car; but my fucking family says he was just acting stupid. Fuck you, and fuck you. When he comes around, he's the best thing ever, but when he's not, you say he's a piece of shit. Fuck this.

Should I grow up and meet everyone's expectations of me to be successful, or should I become like the rest of them, and not meet their expectations, to become an alcoholic or strung out on pills?

It's kinda sad I can't open up to anyone anymore. Ha. Guess I gotta let everything build inside and just keep doing me, and causing myself more unneeded stress and worry. Oh well, who cares, right?

Each and every day I find myself disillusioned of how surreal this quote is: "I all alone beweep my outcast state."