Road Block

Yeah, that's the nickname for a certain person that I don't like. Now I couldn't tell you where I got that nickname from. I just make stuff up, okay. I'm a writer. That's what we do.

This person truly annoys the hell out of me. Nevermind the time she reduced me to tears because she managed to hit the one stop you never even approach with me (pertaining to sex crimes) LIKE THIS GIRL TOLD A VICTIM OF SEXUAL ASSUALT THAT RAPISTS ARE TREATED BADLY. WTF. You don't do that. I don't care, but that hurt. It hurts to thin there are people who don't understand what some people have to do through. But like I said nevermind that...

RB loves to scramble my brains and leave me feelings like I don't know what I believe in anymore whats-so-ever. Not like I don't feel that way already, but the point remains that she just like DISAGREES with everything I say. LIKE SHE HAS TO PROVE SHE IS BETTER.

I think it is all an act. She feels the need to make it look like she cares. Maybe I just hate what she represents...This authority figure who puts on a great act, but in the end, DOES NOT HELP. THE HELL SHE CAUSED ME IS THE OPPOSITE COMPLETELY OF WHAT SHE SHOULD BE DOING.

And now I feel like I'm going crazy, and goodness knows, I don't even know what I believe in anymore. WHAT? I feel like my friends all have better friends and are just lying to me about being close to me. I feel like I'll never be good enough to do what I want. I'll never be able to reach my expectations.

If I try to put my thoughts together, I just get depressed. I just want time to pass. I'm scared I'm depressed. I'm restless.