cantstopthebeat
Lying is beginning to become a reflex for me. I can't help myself. It just happens. Mostly to my parents, but sometimes to my friends as well. When will I be able to stop?
I want my life to have a meaning. Although, I'm not quite sure how to achieve that. I'll never be famous for acting or singing. But does a life of fame really show that your life has meaning, anyway?
Having a lack of sleep can really damage the progression of your studies. For example, my insomnia caused me to stay up until 4:00 AM last night.
There are now words that can convey the depth of my sorrow. It's almost like I'm drowning in sadness. I know, this may seem melodramatic. But it's the truth. I have never felt so much pain in my life.
"Regardless of what you think, that kind of behavior is not acceptable..." I tuned my mother out and focused my eyes on the cabinet over her left shoulder. I'd had this same lecture hundreds of times before.