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I am sick of being confused.

I am sick of being angry.
I am sick of people feeling that they have reason to hurt others.
I am sick of flags, and of teams.
I am sick of conflict.
I am sick of arguments.
I am sick of countries.
I am sick of greed.
I am sick of pain.

What is it that keeps me from ending my life?
What is it that keeps me working for what I believe?
I want others to be happy, but why do I think it to be my purpose?
How can someone go into a church, a safe place, and have enough hate to open fire on those who have so much love?

Why do I care enough to keep myself alive and well?

I am so confused.
I am so tired of being confused all the time.

What is the point? I suppose I'll never know as long as I'm existing this way. Why does it matter so much to me...? This questioning attitude is going to be what kills me.

I am tired of people hating, and lying and being ignorant.
I'm tired of people hiding from their problems.
I'm tired of people creating drama and silly problems to distract themselves from the real problems.
I'm tired of people refusing to help themselves, and being lazy.
I'm tired of everyone expecting everyone else to have their backs all the time.
I'm tired of adults acting like children.
I'm tired of teenagers thinking they know everything, and that they deserve more than anyone else.

And I am -SO- damn tired of the media, and the government, and POWER.



I am tired of feeling trapped.
I am tired of feeling alone.