stuck.

ugh. i'm being driven insane. i just want to scream. la paliza de mis marcas de nudillo que mí duermo. y por la mañana yo me siento el dolor. although i have not done it in a week. that's how i felt. awful. but why? duele. i'm tired of this. i'm tired of trying to figure this all out. resolviendo quién yo soy. i'm tired of sitting here thinking about everything and wondering what is going to happen next and wishing that it all wouldn't go this way and they i could change everything to be my way. but that is selfish and then i would not be who i am. whoever that is. and the sad part is that i really would not change it if i could. i don't think. i would just... i don't know. ugh. ay.