and about that, maybe that was always the case, but it only became obvious in my senior year, when i had that stupid journal and i couldn't take it anymore. i felt like i was erupting, or maybe suffocating, and i had to get everything out, i had to be open, because the previous year taught me to be open. but life isn't like Encounter...most people don't care about you, or only do to a certain extent, until it gets to be too much or too downing for them, and want no business in being able to console you and talk to you about stuff, make you feel better, be something to vent at. and so i was alone. cut off from most of my family, my parents fighting and enduring so many problems at the time, and i was just this stupid weird little girl that nobody liked and went home school home school every single day, and couldn't go out normally, hang out with people, make friends easily, get guys to like her, afford to do shit that everybody else was doing
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