I am tired. So tired. I sleep all the time, yet I am always tired. Maybe somthing is wrong with me. I feel like crap right now and I have been for the past two days. But no one knows. I don't speak my emotions. I figured out tonight that I have a problem with jealousy. I am so jealous of so many people. I get so jealous that it turns into hate. And I hate that! All I ever do is want want want and I hate that too. I want my belly button pierced. I want to make straight A's. I want a boyfriend. I want to be held and kissed and actually feel loved again. I want to go on a date. I want.... I want to be liked. My best friend. Everyone likes her. Boys, girls, everyone. People talk to her and make jokes at her and I stand right next to her and they don't even acknowled my existence. How am I so different? Why don't people like me like they do her? People back stab me and I don't know what I did. I have never done anything but be nice. Ok maybe I am mean sometimes but I am only human. I am talking to this guy and he is so cute and sweet but he lives three hours away! I will never see him. I can't have a relationship with him. I am so jealous of my ex's sister that I hate her. I forget things so easily. I have so many things to do, yet I never have enough time. I am always too busy to do something. I might be a mental case. I should be admitted. I feel like crying right now. Not because I am sad, just because I am so stressed and confused and in pieces that are no where to be found. I feel like I have nobody. Yes, I have a best friend but ... I can't tell her things like this. I love her but... its just not like that. I want a guy so bad. But not just any guy. They have to be the right kind. My mind knows what it wants and no one can change that. I can't even change its mind. I tried to tell myself that Bryan was perfect. I wanted to be in love with him. I wanted to marry him. But my mind was never happy enough. He wasn't the right one. The right type. I don't understand why! Why can't he be the one? Why can't I be in love with him? My life was so happy, so full of life and love. Why did I have to end it? I'm not saying I want him back. I would never be happy. I just ... just ... want to be happy. I want everyone to be happy. I miss my childhood. I miss those days when nothing mattered but riding horses and playing in the dirt with my brother. Nothing mattered but waking up every morning and hearing cows outside. Riding four-wheelers. Riding horses. Being in danger. Being tough. Being a cowgirl. I am so messed up now. I never know what I want. I don't know where I want to go to college. I don't know what I want to be. I change my mind every week. I want my hair longer, my skin tanner, my face with less acne, my height taller, my weight less, my muscle cells bigger, more more more! I don't understand. There are too many details in my life. I try to slow down but it only continues to get more and more detailed. Someone is painting my life. They just keep adding more and more details. A line there, erase that, paint there, circle there, blah blah blah! Why!? Sometimes when I drive home I wonder what it would be like to have a wreck? Would I really be any worse off? It wouldn't hurt for long. I could end this right now. Do I really have anything to live for? Then I think of the ones I would hurt and I can't do it. I can't hurt them. I am a mess. And no one even knows.....