Mhmmm...okay well if all goes to plan then this is the start of my long and pointless journey to self-help. You see i was lying in my bed one day, crying myself to sleep as you do, when i had an epiphany. A journal. My feelings of loneliness sometimes come because i struggle with talking about the way i feel and because i just cant talk to people about my problems that frequently result in me descending into a state of numbness and depression. A null void. A black hole. So anyways im going off track, i thought to myself why mot put my thoughts into some depressing online journal on wattpad...because why the fuck not? So yeh this is me just typing up my thoughts as they come because i have nothing better to do with my life as it turns out.
This isn't going to be some amazing cringeworthy wattpad story where i talk about how I've fallen in love with some bad boy or some other absurd plot twist. I live in london first of all. Second of all, I'm just your average wall flower and nothing that interesting or exceptional ever really happens to me, so yeah sorry to disappoint. Actually no fuck that, dont read this shit if you find that disappointing because that whole wattpadian genre/concept or whatever is quite frankly bullshit. Its stupid how the majority of books on here is about love and bad boys. So extraordinarily mundane and cliche.
I guess you should prolly know a little about me before I jump into all my deepest fears and secrets. Im not gonna expose my real name because that's stupid so idk I'll just say my name is Ally. I'm 16 and i'm a muslim. No i am not a sandnigger or a terrorist or looking to blow you up no matter how intolerant you are. Double minority here living the life. I don't have that many people who I'd say are my friends but theyd probably say differently. I talk to a lot of people and i can be really sociable when i want to. People usually say that I'm a confident happy person. Lol. I'm always surprised when i hear things like that because to me that description honestly couldnt be further from the truth. I feel like im a socially awkward indigo child with crippling depression and self esteem issues.
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Guess Issa journal
RandomRead the title dimwit. I'm just gonna be chattin bout anything I wanna get off my chest. A lot of depressing shit so don't read if you're a lil bitch and tryna avoid them "vibes".