Where do we go in this life? What do we do? How are we to achieve the things we want, know how to get them, but don't have enough in us to reach it? I keep reaching, and reaching, and reaching, and even when I know my arm is about to fall off, I keep reaching. But I keep barely missing. It depresses me.
There is a lot of stuff going on right now. So much is stressing me out. People back in Texas make assumptions to things that they don't know the answers to, and I'm dealing with stuff here.

LEAVE ME ALONE.

I guess is what I am trying to say. If you're not here to be my friend, to let me be yours, to not talk about or judge me, or not try to blackmail me or lie to me, then I guess just leave me alone.