Issues

I've been thinking.

First, it seems all the byotches from my old class look like their mothers by now, so they have like the faces of 45-year-olds. Is that really what make-up does to you, or is it the alcohol and nicotine?

Second, it seems that I have absolutely no life. Is that what IB does to you, or is it just my chronic sentimental state because of a certain someone far, faaar away beyond my reach?

Third, it seems that I'm not the only one with problems with my self-esteem/state of mind/general psychological (and physical) condition. Is it a crisis every teen goes through, or is it because we just all have a really fucked up life just because?

And last, it seems that I have a very, veeery distrustful attitude towards people close to me. Is it because I've been disappointed so many times in life that I can't believe in what they tell me - like those three crucial words "I Love You" - or is it because I'm afraid of being betrayed because deep inside I know I'm the one that is capable of doing the betraying part?

I wish I knew. I really do.