Being free from school has shown me how everything has changed. I still can't sleep in but I am able to chill. Okay that is a lie, I have to work and be a nanny to some kids who need me. It pays good but it's killing me, I honestly rather be in school;to run with my friends and with my crush. The boy with brown eye, the one who is so tall yet so gentle. But I don't understand why I like him, well I do, but I don't get why I could allow myself to. Someone like that would never want to be with me. I'm a freak, I'm weird, I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm just ew in general. The only thing going for me was my music taste which was wonderful, despite it being consisted emo or depressing. Sometimes all I have to do is put my music in and the world is gone. But recently my earbuds have broken so only one works, I make it work but I hate it. I write these for me, sometimes all I need to do is let everything out to something. But I want to write a story. Realistic fiction, which was my favorite as I have a active imagination and can make something out of nothing.
