Blech. My parents are fighting, I'm worried that I hurt one of my friends' feelings, I'm worried that another one of my friends will get her feelings hurt by someone else, I haven't asked and am really nervous about it, I hate this!

I hate the fact that it bothers me this much. I hate the fact that I can't make time to talk to him. I hate the fact that I might have hurt his feelings. I hate the fact that I don't know. I hate the fact that she's asking before me. I hate the fact that I'm such a coward. I hate the fact that my parents always yell at each other. I hate school. I hate homework. I hate trying for something I don't care about. I hate doing poorly because I don't care. I hate other people for wanting me to be what I'm not. I hate myself for not making people I care about happy.

I don't know, maybe it'll go away. It feels so heavy this time... Just anger and a weight pressing down. And I don't really care anymore. I'm just tired of trying. Always so tired of everything. The only thing left is sleep, and I'm tired of that too.