Dear diary,
My life is confusing me so much right now.
I'm fairly happy where I am at the moment. I have some of the most amazing friends that I know I can tell everything to. But sometimes I regret telling them some of my secrets. But what I don't understand is why I regret it if they haven't gave me any reason to.
When I walk past a mirror, sometimes I see the most awful reflection. It literally hurts me to see it. But other days I look in the mirror and I actually like what I see in front of me.
I can't even tell when I'm faking a smile anymore. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not but hell does it worry me.
I just want my life to be simple.
Either I have a good one or not.
No in between.
