Its seems like people who have lived three times as long as I have still don’t care about improvement. I was a psychology major in college and when I graduated and started working with adults I realized that no matter what age you are – it deosn’t mean you know what you are talking about. i came to the conclusion that i dont want to be that way. NO WAY IN HELL. And yet I keep coming to a stop in the road that prevents me from knowing what the hell or how to become a better, stronger, more reliable and mature person. if I was stronger I wouldn’re care if my friends were mad at me for no reason, I could leave the man who brings my spirit down, I could look and feel the way I want to. But I keep failing, and maybe that is what life is all about. Falling and getting back up, I just really really hate the getting back up part. Pathetic, but at least I know I want to try.