Waking up each morning, already with the anxiety of the new day. Long, boring, much-to-do day. Heart pounding hard, childhood and teenage years nonexistent or slowly slipping away. A big hole in my heart and soul; something lies missing. Head pounding. All the bullshit that has occurred in these long, hard, boring days, a heart once happy, fell into a pit of despair. More work for tomorrow and so little time. No time to relax or do what my heart wants. Or so they say... might have friends and relationships to patch, but what's it worth with so little time. Focus on the pressure of the future, or so I'm told... Give up being happy. Grow older as a result. I'm a sixteen year old girl with the aching mind and body of a sixty year old woman. Slowly degrading, such is my elder mind. Casual bitterness and cynicism are my current train of thought. Sorry, no can do. No time to be happy.