Shit just happens.

Had a horrible long week.
Not been feeling good for the whole long week killed me.
I died a little through this week.
All these things came crashing down onto me one by one.
It may not seemed to be a big deal, but hell yes, I'm stressed like shit.
It just hit me that people are just too realistic.
They come to you when they need you and leave when they got what they want.
I've been used to this, honestly. But I can never accept it.
But ohwell.
I had a tough week.
Small things made me laugh, for that while. But thank god.