[hypocrisy]

Well,like the title says that's how I feel. I still don't know how to drive, I still haven't found any any graduate school I really want to go to because I've barely looked; I'm scared to do anything because I'm scared that I'll fail like my mother says, but on the other hand, I can't stay where I am because I HATE my mom. So basically, I'm just plugging along like a little old woman with osteoporosis. I'm so tired, I just want to sleep...but, my tiredness might not be due to depression but to the fact that I have mutliple wound on my body. Only one is even remotely deep or wide, but for me pain is my goal for the most part, not blood nor depth (so my endorphins are probably non-existent).I woke up this morning feeling like I had run a marathon and done sit-ups all night.