You see me and you see a happy, confident girl with not a care in the world. But that's not me. I'm a self-conscious, unhappy girl who is always worried and feels lost. People think I'm heartbroken because I hate most guys, but I'm not. I fear getting heartbroken, so I push guys away. My sadness is thinly veiled. I'm sure if you looked within my eyes you would see the sadness that clouds my soul. People say that the eyes are the window to the soul, so why do they not see my sadness- my pain? Do they just not realize it's there or do they ignore it? Why do I feel so alone in a crowd? Are my tears invisible?
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The Story Of My Life
RandomThis is my depressing little journal, I needed somewhere to put all my depressing thoughts, and so this was born.
