i'm sick of everything. sick of heartache, sick of chaos, sick of jealousy, sick of loneliness, sick of judgement, sick of dissapointment, sick of remorse, sick of doubt, sick of sorrow, and sick of fear. most of all i'm sick of it all being my fault. i always have to make a big deal out of stupid shit, and end up making my problem everyone elses burden. i dont do it on purpose, but i'm so bad at hiding what i feel. which is the only solution i can think of. its like theres so much shit burried inside of me, that i cant do anything, or face anything, without something surfacing, turning everything ugly. i cant stand it. not only i'm i miserable this way, but i'm making the only person in the whole world that i geniunely love miserable too. i know i cant keep doing this, but i really dont know what to do. i'm at a deadend. i'm so desperate that i'm actually venting to deviant art.