Tuesday
I found this book and had the idea to make it a diary. I don't like talking to people about my feelings so why not write them. So lets get started...
Today I went to school and it was pretty uneventful. Except there are always times during the day where I just can't help but hate myself. People look at me and judge me. I always think that its either the way I look, the way I dress, something I've done. I just hate it. It has me doubting every single decision I make. It makes me hate myself for not being like other people. Everyday I wake up worrying about what other people think, and although I try no to, It's hard. I see people that I used to be so close with make friends so easily. I wonder if I was more like them, maybe I would make friends or people will like me. This was more like a rant than a diary entry but either way, that's it for today.
Constantly worrying,
Jenna
YOU ARE READING
Fuck Off
Non-FictionThis is basically a diary. I will update it every time I write. And the only summary I have is that life is a big fat fucking bitch.
