At this point, there's no turning back. And if there was a chance, there still not. Anyone who could possibly save me moves. Everyone that gets close to me moves. I was building my life back up this year. I'm going to have to start from scratch next year too. I can't catch a break. I'm too quiet. I'm talk too much. I'm way to preppy. I need to be happier. I have too many friends. I need to meet more people. Any way people look at me there's still something wrong. What's the point anymore? I just want to be left alone. I'll put up an act, but I need someone. Someone who'll be there for me all that time. My one constant in life other than my best friend. She's always been virtually there for me. But I can only talk to her; physically to her once or twice a month. That's not enough time to have her help me with the random shit that happens at school. Not to mention she has her own problems. Some of them a lot worse than mine. But don't worry about it. Go talk to her if you want to hear her problems. I'm still not giving you your chance to gossip.
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Historia CortaPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
