
How is it that you can know someone your whole life and yet not truly know them? I don't think I'll be totally happy until after school ends. Another week has gone by, only the rest of my life to go.
I can't look at myself in the mirror without wondering who my reflection really is...that can't be me, I couldn't possibly be the good girl down the street. How the fuck did I get myself trapt in a body so unlike the real me? I feel sick. Am I playing some type of game? I have a great life, the only thing screwing up everything is the shell, my shell...fucking plastic spoons!! I feel like cutting...should I? *reaches for razor* No, I can't risk getting caught, scars from my last cuttings are still there.....
I feel so....dumb, not in the smart type of way, numb,I have to go to sleep; I like sleeping it let's me be anyone, it's the best. Damn there I go starting to cry, feeling sorry for myself lol. I have to get through this, please let me get through this.