I don't know what I'm feeling. How I'm feeling. Or what the hall is happening to me. The only thing I know is that I wanna run. Run and never going back. But I'm not the type of person which running when everything is falling apart. So I'm trying to do everything to stay stable but nothing helps. Nothing that I do won't change the daily of me. I'm alone. I'm so alone. When people get in to bad times they have alcohol, they have drugs. But I don't want to mess with those things. I know i'm too smart to do it. So I try different things to pass the sadness in my heart, in my body, in everywhere. But I really don't know how. I'm fucking lost. And I really don't know how to get out from this situation right now. What should I do?where should I go?only god knows. And the funniest thing in it that girls from my class think that I have a life, and that I have a lot of friends. Well, depends how you define friends. I'm a friendly type of person, so from the beginning of seeing new people, i'm trying to talk with them and be nice, but somehow they always appear to be hypocrites. I will never understand how people can be so fake. Guess I'm just too honest?
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The Diary Of Camila
Non-FictionThis is the diary of a teenager named Camila. In the diary Camila mostly telling about her feelings, and what's going on to her in her daily. Hope you like it👌🏻 *The story is in English*
