I was really happy today, and all this week, for the most part. But not I'm just...Well,sad. For a few reasons. One of the main reasons is just me being my insecure self and convincing myself into believing things that aren't true.Or at least probably aren't true. I'd go into detail on this,but why bother? I wanna keep this diary story more happy than the other one, and besides, I don't think explaining all the reasons leading to my sadness are going to help very much.
I hate being like this, over emotional and sensitive as hell. I can literally bring my self esteem down with the slightest negative thought,and then when I do,it takes a lot to bring it back up again. I had self esteem for a while for once, thanks to the people I care about, but now my self esteem is back to being low.
Being a teenager sucks. :/
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Story Of My Insignificant Life: Part Two
عشوائيThis is just a continuation of what my other diary story was. Nothing necessarily new, for the time being. Just expect plenty of randomness and moodiness and cringe here.
