Tall buildings shake, voices escape.

I am so frustrated. I'm frustrated with the things that people think are okay, I'm frustrated with the people that think these things are okay. I'm frustrated with people being more concerned with expensive things than important things. I'm frustrated with my parents. I'm frustrated with myself for being frustrated with my parents. I'm frustrated with this stupid complex they've stemmed in me about "society and tattoos/piercings." I'm frustrated with myself for being affected by this, for letting it get to me. I'm frustrated with myself for being so scared to do what I want to do. I'm frustrated with money and all shitty means of acquiring such. I'm frustrated with alcohol and what it does to people that I love. I'm frustrated with myself for drinking anyway just because, socially, it's easier. I'm frustrated with things from my past that won't go away no matter how far I physically get, and with the people that bring some of those things back. I'm frustrated that I'm 100% more comfortable with someone else than with myself these days. And I hate that I know this place in myself so well, and that every time I get here, this is what happens.