hail of methaphorical sediment

morbid fixation on the opinion of others. it's stupid really.
yet, i still have that subconsciously.

emotional mornings you have just because you lack sleep.
a fight can start all because of a piece of candy.
or probably some papers that i forgot about although i allowed you to have it for the week.
please. i sleep at 12. or later. and wake up at 6. rush to college at 7 every freakin day. and only trivial unsolvable matters screws my head, my mood, me.
i feel like im in a drama club. all these overreacting i get.
just because i took crap from you people, doesn't mean you don't have to take some from me. it works like that. you give me some, you take some back.

stuck up. make childish provocative statements about people and mean it as a joke although it really doesn't appear so.
just because i know you for a year doesn't mean i know you better than someone who you just knew for a week.
i guess they were right about teh cliques.

hypocrisy you might say.
i'd say fuck your thoughts.
there's a limit to most of the things i do.
although limit would be an overstatement.
maybe i kinda brought shit upon myself.
haha. take the stuff i write here personally, you might not know whether i'm referring to you.
NOT.
i'm not really anal.
some people i enjoy disturbing.
i guess it's overrated.
double standard sucks.
if only i wasn't plagued by this disease.