What do they expect of me. I’m human, usually sick. I can’t go to school everyday because I’m in pain. Excuse me but I’m no superhero, I’m usually wishing for one. I’m not as strong as them. I’m not perfect. So stop beating me down for it because I’m on edge. No wonder why I’m depressed, a soon to be stoner and a future suicide case. Give me a break because I’m trying and that’s enough stress on me. Back the fuck off.