Just Another Selfish Rant

I really don't like my life.

It's not horrible or anything, but I feel like everyone expects something different from me. I can't give everyone what they want and expect to be happy all the time too. I feel like I can't function without someone critiquing me, telling me how to do it better. I feel like they want me to run before I can crawl.

I try to be the best I can for everyone, I really do. But it's gotten so bad that I don't even know who I am anymore. I'm so many different people all at the same time. I'm like suffocating beneath it all. I've got a mask for every day of the week, and I just don't know when to take them off.

I'm going to short circuit one of these days and I won't be able to stop it.

Just Another Introduction

I wish I could say I've got something amazing to say. Something that would stand the test of time.
I can't say that, of course, because I'm not Oprah and I'm not Bill Gates. I'm no one special really. I'm your average teenage girl.

I go to school, and on a rare occasion, I spend time with my friends. I'm just starting my life and I can't say that I like where it's going. I can't say I'm top of my class or that I'm Miss Popularity. I spend my time at home, right where I am now, writing on my computer.

I'm not thin and I'm not all that pretty. I don't have a boyfriend and I'm more than sure that none of the boys at my school like me. And that's okay, I guess. For now it'll have to be.

I'm sure you're thinking I'm just some whiny brat. And I can honestly say that I'm okay with that, because I'm not writing this for you.

I'm writing this for me.