Pressure

Well, I realized I am doing it again. I thought if I could get away from home it would stop, that I could change the one thing about me that I hated. I did for a while, now I'm slipping back into the realm of doing things for other people instead of me, so that they will be happy, and once again I am catering to their needs instead of what I really want. I like who I am now, and I'm going to like whomever I become, even if everyone else says that I need to get a "reality grip". To some, I live in a fantasy place, just because I love the things I do, and I love to be creative, and because they seem to think i'd be better off the way i was, they do everything they can to stifle it and "bring me back to reality" cause life isn't like that. Well believe me, I know life isn't like that, I do live in reality 24/7, so when I can be happy and positive about things I do, because I never know when the next opportunity will be. I have some idealistic veiws on things and some are not so normal, giving me the lable of a freak or a dork. But you know what, it is after all, just a lable and i don't care what they say. But people want so many things from me, and I want to make them all happy , but i have to do me right now, and if writing and being creative makes me happy, and making myself stay in my little world for even ten mins relieves me of reality so can can stay the way i am then that is what i'm going to do. I don't have to explain myself to anyone for any reason, and if they expect something like that from me, then i don't really think that they should have the title of friend, and that goes for anybody in general, not just me, because a friend doesn't expect an answer, they stay with you no matter what, through no matter what, and even when you act stupid. they always love you and care for you, friendship is the greatest gift of all.