Dear diary,
life is so hard. Everything is so hard:school,pretending that you're ok....life itself. And I feel like I make it this way. It would be simple if I'd stop overthinking and worrying abot everything. But I can't stop it...it's like I'm afraid of everything. To talk,to breath...to exist.
Even when no one says to me I'm worthless and messed up I know they think this. It's pretty obvious. I figure it out by the look they always give me.
Sometimes I feel like it's better to read a book than talking with them,at last books can't judge me. I know they think I'm weird and strange but I don't care anynore.
I cared too much and trusted the wrong people,this is why I'm like this now:a sad little girl, who falls slowly in the dark and has so many people around her but yet feels so lonely...
