5/6/14
It is currently 10:56 AM and I am sitting here typing this in language class. If there are people watching me type this and are reading what I'm saying, oh well. Lately, I have realized something. I am not very important. Nobody really appreciates me, and it seems as though I am easily replaceable. I do all that I can to help the people in my life who are important to me, but it seems like they don't want to do the same for me. Perhaps I expect too much of people, and maybe I give too much. Maybe I just expect people to be more than people. I don't know what I've done wrong to always be second best, always a second choice. I try so hard to please everyone, but it always backfires. I always mess things up. I guess that's why people don't seem to enjoy me too much. People just like the idea of me, not me. Everyone I care about is leaving me behind, and it seems like they've grown bored of me. I apologize to everyone to whose lives I've messed up. I didn't mean to.
