I can’t stand my emotions. I’m so sick of icky feelings. Sadness or infatuation or anger or frustrations. Why can’t we all be happy go lucky all the time? I’m good with that. Why do the stresses of everyday life have to get to me? Why do the looks your eyes give me have to make my head swim? Why do I have to remember tragic moments and tear up? Why do I have to feel guilty for caring about you? Ugh. I just want to shut the world away and go back to frollicking in the daisies and buttercups as I did when I was a little girl, with nothing to worry about except my imagination. I miss those days. Less complications.