full of it

I crack under pressure. Like a hairy old man leaning over (eek). No lie. That is my single flaw. I cant handle stress. So I just do whatever I can to not be in a position as such. Or...I tell myself not to worry. Therefore, little worries me. I recall my dear roommate Rachel making lists. And I thought this was strange. But...I finally understand that this is her way of simplifying. I, on the other hand, just forget things. I figure if I forget them they could never have been very important. I also crack when I can't spend a nice amount of time daydreaming. If I dont have time during the day, I cant fall asleep for atleast two hours because I just stare at the ceiling and imagine.

But the real point Im trying to make is that some people excel under pressure. (good for them...assholes) My cousins are literally studs at basketball. Clay has made game winning shots more than once, and Cole can fuck anyone up if they're trying to stop his team from winning. Hahahaha then I think of the two times I failed to win the game for my team by missing free throws. Great. The night before the ACT I couldnt sleep and I got so angry I bawled. I would skip school if I had a hard test. Bout had a breakdown when I took my drivers test. (Failed the permit the first time). Fled the scene when I hit a mailbox. And dont really give a damn when my parents call me out on something, why stress about that?