I'm such a prune. I'm so weak, I can hardly cope with any amounts of stress. I make situations out of nothing. I get down too easily. I get paranoid too easily. I get attached too easily. I get clingy too easily. Today has been crap. And I really can't be arsed for cadets but my mum is pretty much forcing me to go as per usual. I'm fed up of getting that lump in my throat as if I want to cry. I don't want to. I do want to just stop. I want to bury myself under my quilt, curl up and just fucking stop. This is so typical SitDiary entry but I don't give a shit.