you know it's hard right here for a pimp.

i am undeniably troubled today.

i don't know why or how but my sense of direction seems to point nowhere, my mind doesn't seem to focus much on anything.

i have mountains of worries these days; my notepad can't hold more of my to-do lists, my calendar is raging red with reminders.

there's nothing more sensible to say; im just too stubborn to even give you a hint of how all these came up. I HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO DO TO EVEN GIVE MYSELF A FAVOR OF WRITING SOMETHING THAT MAKES SENSE.

i HATE the pressure, i HATE the pain, i HATE the thought of not knowing much on life, i HATE those who expect much, i HATE these moments of self-pity, i HATE knowing people who do great, i HATE proving myself, I HATE feeling this way.

i am tired of this. i know it's too early but i can't stand the responsibility anymore.

i want to break free.