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Sometimes you don't know the complete story. Sometimes most of the variables are missing. Sometimes a person may not really be who you think they are. Sometimes a person may have lived a life totally different than what you imagined. Sometimes you will never understand me. Sometimes nobody will. Sometimes I have felt life to be unbearably difficult. Pressure is what makes a beautiful diamond right? No pressure is what makes the cracked graphite at the bottom of the cave. My struggle is one you may never understand. My music is one you may never like. My qualities are some that may or may not enjoy. What is the point sometimes? Sometimes I may seem erroneous.

This was written because my last few weeks have felt somewhat difficult in all aspects. Physically, mentally, and  emotionally. AP tests aren't even stressing me out all that much, just a combination of a variety things.