I decided that when I wrote this journal one day, it sounded really good... I want to share it with everyone, well, here it goes:
Reflecting back on my fifteen years of life, I can see all the misery and pain. A lot of things have hurt me. I hope to leave it all behind
I still do not know myself, because I don't know what I want in life that'll make me happy. Perhaps I should look deep inside myself and smile, but I cannot, for there are things within me that keep me miserable.
At the moment I am very unhappy. I see all the happy people, and that's all well and good, but what I really want is not something I can just get. Maybe I should be different, but what would that do?
I am afraid of being lonely. I don't like sitting at home hoping someone will call. People rarely ask me to hang out. I definitely wish I could do more stuff with people. They're always busy though, one way or another.
Sometimes I try to put myself in another person's place, and I get even more upset than I am. I get jealous too easily. Selgaes (A dance where the girls ask the guys) is coming up, and the person I wanted to go with asked someone else. He's a lucky guy to be able to go with her.
Never, never, never will I let go of myself. I hold onto who I am, and who I always will be. I can't be broken, because I'm already in pieces, and trying to put myself back together. I don't want to get into drugs or alcohol. And I will not judge others based on looks.
I am continually more aware of keeping my friends. I want to make sure that they know I care. I always want to be there for them, but I can't always be. Many things I have done wrong recently, and I cannot forget some people who I loved so much, but they hate me now.
Oh, I hate things that I never thought I would. I've told the girl I liked how I felt, and she doesn't know. I wonder if I should come more out, and open my heart to her; or if I should hold it all inside and keep myself locked up. Never have I realized how effective my words might be. I love so much, but hate other things too. I guess that's how ironic life can be.
Reflecting back on my fifteen years of life, I can see all the misery and pain. A lot of things have hurt me. I hope to leave it all behind
I still do not know myself, because I don't know what I want in life that'll make me happy. Perhaps I should look deep inside myself and smile, but I cannot, for there are things within me that keep me miserable.
At the moment I am very unhappy. I see all the happy people, and that's all well and good, but what I really want is not something I can just get. Maybe I should be different, but what would that do?
I am afraid of being lonely. I don't like sitting at home hoping someone will call. People rarely ask me to hang out. I definitely wish I could do more stuff with people. They're always busy though, one way or another.
Sometimes I try to put myself in another person's place, and I get even more upset than I am. I get jealous too easily. Selgaes (A dance where the girls ask the guys) is coming up, and the person I wanted to go with asked someone else. He's a lucky guy to be able to go with her.
Never, never, never will I let go of myself. I hold onto who I am, and who I always will be. I can't be broken, because I'm already in pieces, and trying to put myself back together. I don't want to get into drugs or alcohol. And I will not judge others based on looks.
I am continually more aware of keeping my friends. I want to make sure that they know I care. I always want to be there for them, but I can't always be. Many things I have done wrong recently, and I cannot forget some people who I loved so much, but they hate me now.
Oh, I hate things that I never thought I would. I've told the girl I liked how I felt, and she doesn't know. I wonder if I should come more out, and open my heart to her; or if I should hold it all inside and keep myself locked up. Never have I realized how effective my words might be. I love so much, but hate other things too. I guess that's how ironic life can be.
