Kid With Issues

Three huge things happening tomorrow...I have a Japanese presentation, a math quiz, and I have to have a song ready to perform in piano, and it's not even close. Yikes. I suppose I have brought this all upon myself. Or some of it, at least. I just try my best, but sometimes, it apparently isn't enough for others. I try so hard, but people shrug it off like it's nothing. I wish there were some one that I could physically talk to ALL OF THE TIME, whenever I wanted, and they would always say what I would want them to say. But we all know that's impossible, so no using wishing for it. No use wishing for anything, really. You don't want to be let down, so you might as well expect the worst always. Because then you'll never be let down. Never be crushed.
I'm just a kid with issues.

School....Forever trying to give us migraines, destroy our relationships with our parents, waste our time, and then give us low-self esteem. Dang you school. Dang you to heck.
I often look at the world and I feel no joy. I just feel....sad. I feel sad quite often...But sad for what? Myself? The world? Others? So many questions yet again. I just wished I existed to some people. I feel like I'm not there to everyone. Just a shadow, just a breeze in the air. Why do I matter? I'm afraid that is something that I cannot answer. And I am afraid.
Honestly, do the selfish jerks in the world ever stop to think what might their future be like? Do they fear? Or do they simply live for the present? People are always trying to tell me to forget the past. But how? It's transcribed in stone. It already happened. There's nothing you can do to hide it. Everyone always says to live with no regrets. But you are always going to make a mistake here and there, and you will have no regrets. So I suppose it's just a thing to help people, rather than guide their lives. I honestly don't know what I'm saying.
If you have read this far into the post, I would like to congratulate you. You just got through a large amount of words containing bits and pieces of my insane mind. You survived. Thanks for coming at least this far with me.
Tears sometimes aren't enough.


I hope I make it through.
Life is difficult enough, and it doesn't help when you're the problem child. I hurt.

What's going to happen? Will things ever change for the better?