Thursday, 27 January 2011
01:52:56 AM (GMT)
Really I do not care who reads this. For all that I care I could post this on damn
Facebook. Everything everybody knows me for half the time is a fucking lie. I am not
the up-beat, ass kicking, happy girl half the people know me for. I’m shy, angry,
sad, and unforgiving almost all the time. I’m probably depressed and I
don’t want to confront it being half of the time I feel like i’m on a stage all
by myself thinking there are one million people watching, when there really is none.
In my head I have a fantasy life going on 24/7 where I’m happy, I have
somebody who likes me for who I am, and I don’t generally hate people as much.
The reason I hate people so much is because all through 6th grade I was told
That if you weren’t perfect, you weren’t cool. Everyday I was made fun of
for the people I would hang out with, what I would wear, how much I weighed, and