There's always something. I always have something. NO FREE DAY EVER. I'm about to have a fucking mental breakdown. Study, study, study. Work, work, work. Lessons. Meetings. Friends that want me to do things but it's sad to say I don't have any time for friends. Family...the little family I have. The pressure of having money...the pressure of moving out...the pressure of staying in?... There's really only one thing that makes me happy these days and all of the rest just stresses me out. I just wish I could be left alone sometimes. It is my fault though for lining all of this up for myself. Don't tell me that it's just beginning. Don't tell me that it'll just get worse. Don't tell me "Oh, how cute - you're growing up." I don't want to fucking hear it.