Dear Diary,
Why does everybody expect so much from me?
Why do they pressure me? Why do they hold me to this adult standard?
I have to say this and dress like this and stand like that and don't eat like that and sit like this and speak like this!
And why is it that I have to be the one forced into clothing that's so tight my rib cage shape-shifted while my boyfriend gets to throw on whatever he wants?
Maybe I am being a negative nancy...? I just really hate this.
I'm trying so, so hard to be the best of myself for him... for them.
Is it not good enough? Am I not good enough?
I've changed my appearance, my personality, my old self, is that still not good enough?
Is this the life adults always said to look forward?
Would my life have been better being under my mother's rule?
...... No. That's bad thinking.
But it sounds so much.... easier.
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