17, Connor. Lover of Music! Huge choir nerd! Tenor diva. A hopeless romantic caught in between both genders and still failing. Constant worrying may over take my mind but I get through. I like a lot if things and share them on my blog so that's why my blog doesn't follow a specific pattern.
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I’m actually, so done with life rn. I can’t deal with anything at this point, I feel like everyone has turned against me. I try so hard to be the people pleaser or the mediator, and I always end up the bad guy. No matter what. And everyone gets mad at me. I’m not perfect. I know I’m not, I mean I’m less than even normal, right? That’s all I’ve been hearing for the past 17 years, 7 months, 26 days, 10 hours, 2 min, and how ever many seconds. I try so hard to be a good person and happy, but I just can’t at this point. And I know, god willing in 10 months I’ll he away from everything and in college, but everything seems to be falling a part. My mother doesn’t support what I want to do, after this much time I still can’t get along with my brother, I have a needle attached to my body 24/7 and even though I joke about it sometimes it’s not okay my disease is not your joke to play with, my friends are falling through my fingers, school is just as stressful as fingers, choir just doesn’t feel right at the moment; I know it will eventually but it just doesn’t right now. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just want to make so many people proud and happy, but I can’t. I know I shouldnt, I should focus on my own happiness but trust me that’s even harder than all of this put together.