Chucked Full of Protein

I guess things have been going lately. Notice I didn't add an adverb. That's simply because they're just do that - going. I had to break down and go to my guidance counselor today for a little - well - guidance. Thinks have been piling on left and right: homework, drama, drama inside of drama, my job, my family, getting a car, feeling like I'm losing my "best friend", getting angry, listening to gossip, watching my friends walk into a death trap, looking like an idiot - you pretty much get the jest of it. My life is ever-moving, and I'm ready for the ball to stop revolving. I'm ready to slow down, quit a few things even, to get my life back in order. I haven't been happy all week. Even after I feel better, a dumb comment made by a dumb girl gets to me. I'm just tired of it. Maybe it's because I'm tired and cranky that I let everything get to me? Perhaps I'm tired of everyone being immature? Or possibly I'm tired of not being happy? I felt pushed out of alignment after coming back from Rockville. Almost like the whole weekend never happened. Then I come home to find my life is still hell. Nothing is new for me, like it is for Sam. I have the old, and it will ever be my old. I'm ready to get out of this whole to something new. I'm ready for people that actually do care. I'm ready for a change.