Sunday, 29th March 2015 - 3:06pm
I don't even know why I bother with this. Writing it all down doesn't really help. In a way, it makes it worse because if it's just thoughts, then surely it can't be real. But, once the words are down, everything becomes reality.
It's kinda dumb. The fact that I can't stop writing about it all. But it's sorta a habit now. Which annoys me, makes me feel weak because I need to release this shit that isn't even that bad.
What's wrong with me? Why can't I just be a normal teenage girl? Why can't I obsess over guys and wear make-up and be pretty and smart and be sociable and friendly?
Why do I have to be this awkward, shy, broken freak who people refuse to fall in love with?
Why is it so hard to find someone who cares, when it's easy enough to find someone who'll look down on you?
Why can't I just be like everybody else and not need a stupid diary to stay sane?
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