Boring book

Uuuhhhh

I'm sure people don't read my stuff and understand what it is about. I go on here to express myself my thoughts my feelings my struggle. I know you're probably like "but you're twelve you're not even a teen or adult yet" yes I know that but I just feel so alone. I have best friends but I don't tell them anything. I just don't really trust people I'm like plastic you can see right through me but I can get hurt easily. I understand lots of things like I know that later on were all going to die if not soon then later. I know I'm twelve and all that jazz. But I hate lots of thing. Like I hate attention it makes me uncomfortable. I feel like I'm a hawks pray or a mouse about to be caught by a cat. I just see thing differently than others. I'm like that random darkness in the light or land in the middle of the ocean. I just feel like I can't fit in. I'm the only one at my school that actually likes writing. If I write for fun then I'm considered "weird" or a "loner" or a "attention seeker" just because of what I like.
     I am on here to find people like me to understand me. It's weird how I'm the misfit but the people I talk to or are best friends with or friends with aren't. Doesn't that make them the same because they talk and hang out with me? The world is so freaking cruel. No one to understand us book worms or writers. My teachers believe in me more than my parents and sisters do. Isn't that just sad. I'm still weird for my family because I write on a daily basis. It's just messed up how my family doesn't think I'm good enough for anything. I'm just a closed locked book waiting for the right people to open me with the key. Maybe that we'll never happen. Maybe people really don't understand me. But as long as I'm happy with who I am than I'm fine. I don't care what other people think. Anyway that's it bye.😕 I'll write more on another chapter bye!!! Stay you!!!