Running through a cross fire.

That's how I really define my life right now. Friday, felt like crap, Saturday much better, and today it got worse again. This time, there was some serious family issues that I don't want to share, its way too personal, but I'll tell you this, I cried. It's like I'm running and when I get hit, I get slowed down and the bullets just hit me easier. The more problems I have stacked upon me, the harder they are to get off, rather, it's easier to attract. I don't how how far I'll have to run to make it out of the crossfire. I wished the two sides would just run out of bullets already. These bad things come at me so fast, I can't see nor know how hard they'll hit me. But whatevs, this only motivates me to sprint faster so I can get the hell out of the way! Tomorrow I gotta wake up early and buy a clicker, register, and have it ready by 9 am. After school I have to go to this interview thing, not for a job, but for a kayaking trip that I want to go to with my sister next weekend. Mmm, I hope the two sides aren't aiming at me intentionally.