Rant Book

I miss it part two.

No one understands how I feel.

With other people they can say if they could change a few things they would be happy.

I've thought it over and over and over.

There is nothing more that I want to do than sit in a white box, MY white box.

Away from earth, away from hurt, and away from stuff...

Even being popular, having a lot of friends, being rich... Looking different.

I want to cry.

I don't want to be popular.

I don't want to have so many friends that I cant count them all.

I don't want to rich, money docent buy happiness maybe fake friends but not happiness.

And I certainly don't want to look anything but myself. I am okay with how I look.

And if anyone thinks that I am to ugly to be there friend or GF then good for me.

I don't need someone in my life like that anyways.

I'm FINE being me.

Than why am I depressed?

Because I know there's something off with me.

I don't get tricked by people.

I know when people are lying, and when it's better to not be friends with someone.

I'm pretty good at deciding where a person gets placed.

A- Good Person

B- STAY AWAY PERSON.

And the funny thing is most of the people on my stay away list are adored by half of my school.

Like works in weird ways... Weird ways I tell yah'