Have you ever had one of those days where everything bad that has ever really happened to you, things that you really wish you could let go of and thought you did, but can't, keep popping up in your mind? This entire week has been like this. No matter what I do, I can't get the images and thoughts out. of. my. head. Reliving certain things aren't fun. It's...gah! I dunno....the people, the words I shouldn't have said, the words I /should/ have said....the people I've let down, the people who have let me down....the things I could have done and changed, and the things I didn't do and what I shouldn't have done. I feel like I should just live in a rock. And never come out. Not until my legacy is forgotten. Then--and ONLY then-- can I come out and start everything over. Completely. To obliterate my existance and just start over. Unfortunately, I can't. Everything has already happened, and I can't go back. I guess it's a good thing....but it's awful at the same time. Almost like a curse. But it's not. Honestly, I feel sick. Literally, my stomach hurts and I have headaches. My ankles have been cramping and I am almost positive that has to do with stress. Everytime I stress out really bad, my ankles cramp and give out. It's hard to walk sometimes. I felt like I was about to puke a few times today. My face has been breaking out--which hardly ever happens. I really want to bash my head against a wall right now-- a brick or cement wall. Something really hard. Though I've been tempted, I am not stupid enough to do that just yet. I still have some respect and dignity. Even if just a little. Do you think people remember that I let them down? or that they let me down? I wonder if the people whom have let me down realise that they have. Or if they realise how guilty my conscious is. Ugh....I can't sleep. I hate my consious at the moment. Always have. Always will.

Okay, I'll stop.
Rant Mode: DEACTIVATED.