May 22, 2013.
Dear whomever,
I apologize for not writing to you yesterday as I said I would. Surprisingly, I was super busy. Anyways, I'll tell you about my day today. As usual, I went to school; and it sucked. After that I stayed after for talent show rehearsal. When I was singing, I forgot my lyrics. I started to just hum until the chorus and I was super embarrassed. It didn't seem like that big of a deal to everyone else, but it really discouraged me. I felt like a failure. Anyways, I want to talk to you about poetry. Stupid, I know. But we're currently learning about poetry in school and I find it quite interesting. I enjoy writing poetry in my free time, so I automatically took a liking to this topic. I find poetry to be a valuable thing. It's like writing a really short story but it's still fun to do. As I was trying to learn more about the poetry lesson that my teacher was teaching, of course my classmates had to be rude. To be honest, I really hate them. They never shut up and it's all for attention; it really gets on my nerves.
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I haven't been sleeping well lately. I usually wake up in the middle of the night and I have trouble falling back asleep. I overthink too much; that's my problem. At night, my mind won't seem to shut down and I make up many different scenarios in my head. It's quite frustrating. All I want to do is sleep; it's the one thing that I look forward to everyday. I like to sleep; it's nice. People don't bother you or get on your nerves and it's like being dead, but without the committment. Sleep is nice.
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I have one more topic to talk about. Do you ever feel alone in a crowded room? Like your screaming but no one hears you? I feel like that everyday. Yeah, I have friends and all, but I always feel like I'm the least important one in the group. Whenever I try to say something, I either get interrupted or no one cares enough to listen. It sucks, it really does. It drops your confidence, a lot. It makes you feel unimportant and like you don't matter. And then you start to question yourself. You begin to wonder that maybe if your friends don't care enough to listen, will they care if you're gone? That's a scary thought. But it runs through my mind everyday. Anyways, I better get going; I'm starting to depress myself. I'll write again soon, dear friend.
