If you say the wrong thing to me, I'll slit my wrists. You're all like my parents, you just don't get it. And that's why I contemplate suicide so much. It's just so hard. Don't waste your time figuring me out, it's just so hard. ;_;

Anyway, no angst for me growing up. The only time I had angst at all was during my senior year of HS. That was because I had a bunch of changes going on, and I had trouble coping, like the divorce of my parents. And, no one really understands me too well, but I really don't stress over it too much. I don't think there's much understanding to be had with an individual person, but you can understand people as a whole pretty well. The more you focus on a specific person, the less clear the picture gets. Ah, the wonders of individuality, eh?