I just... Some days it's hard for me to cope. It's not because of one big thing; No, I can move on from that stuff. It's the build up of lots of little things. It's the bullies who don't realize what they're doing, and the bullies that do it on purpose. It's the people who are so wrapped up in themselves that they can't see what it does to others. It's the comments made behind your back - The people who snigger and smirk, thinking that you don't see it. It's the people that you thought you could trust but then when you open up to them they stab you in the back. It's the insults thrown at you; Sure, they were meant as jokes, but why should that make it hurt less? It's the people who get mad at you because you can't be there for everyone else when you have family problems. It's the people that expect you to always be there, and then make you feel guilty when you don't reach their too-high expectations. It's when you have so much stress from everyone and you never know what's right and what's wrong anymore. Those are the people and situations that make me unable to cope. It may not be on purpose, but when it happens I can't help it if I break down. All of the little things... They are the things that force me to go overboard. I don't want to feel like this - I hate it - but I can't help myself when I'm surrounded by people who would rather see my corpse than me alive. They don't realize - or maybe they do - That vocalising that just makes me agree with them. They push me too far. I'm done. They can't expect me to do anything else, because do you know what? I quit.