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It's life. And sometimes, it hurts. Sometimes bad things happen, and those make it hurt. But sometimes, it just hurts to exist. Sometimes it's hard to do the dishes, or eat lunch, or go to sleep. It just is. There's no energy for having other people around, but it hurts to be alone. Sleep needs to happen, because waking up in the morning is all but impossible - but sleep won't come. You can't complain, because you know someone close to you has had it so much worse. If they don't get to complain, why should you? So you just suffer in silence. Cry softly, darling, you're not home alone and the walls are paper-thin. Don't get tears on your computer, you can't afford to replace it again. Don't forget to put the dishes away before you go to sleep. There's about five hours of homework waiting in your backpack for tonight, and an eight-hour work shift in the morning. Oh, it's 10:30 already? Guess you're not getting much sleep tonight. You want to call your mom? Nope, she'll hear the tears in your voice. Why worry her? Selfish, that's what you are, getting people all worked up over nothing. Your room's a mess too. Better get on that. Hurry up, you do need SOME sleep. Otherwise your body won't metabolize what you ate today and you'll gain weight. Again. Quit this stupid blogging, no one feels sorry for you. You made your bed, darling. Go do homework. It's week 2 - if you break down now, it's hopeless. If you fall now, you fall for good. Be strong...like you have a choice.