I always thought that I was surrounded by people that love me.
Now I'm not so sure.
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect child. I know I'm not, but don't ever ask why I'm the why I am.
I just am, I can't explain it.
I guess maybe you don't know what it's like to have to go to highschool everyday.
I guess you don't have a clue how it is to always be broken.
I guess you don't know what it's like to be me.
I don't care if you know, just never ever tell me that I should act different. I can't.
and don't ever question why I'm the way I am, I don't freaking know.
1 comment:
i agree with a lot of this, except i know they still love me. but they're realizing im not perfect. i dont think they understand how hard it is, going to high school, especially HSE, where the competition is high and the worldliness wears you down. i do feel broken.
hope it gets better! love your blog!
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