I feel like nothing is real
What is my goal? What am I doing? What am I supposed to do?
Stupid questions, yes, but still worth wondering about.
All this attention makes me sick, and I want more of it.
I am tired, but I cannot sleep.
My personality fluctuates a lot, its weird and I hate it. I wish I could stick to one person, not an array of equally horrible types of me.
I wish my sister liked me
To think, I have a whole book dedicated to sharing my emotions, yet I am still scared to say them.
Horrible.
