tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21155828171022898892011-08-31T02:39:03.589-07:00JustTooMuchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15308838340723764195noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115582817102289889.post-79993679304793052482009-03-14T07:58:00.000-07:002009-03-14T08:04:37.757-07:00I really don't like my life.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I'm going to short circuit one of these days and I won't be able to stop it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2115582817102289889-7999367930479305248?l=justanothererrantthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JustTooMuchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15308838340723764195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115582817102289889.post-47575435893838207472009-03-12T16:40:00.001-07:002009-03-12T16:57:53.548-07:00I wish I could say I've got something amazing to say. Something that would stand the test of time.<br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm writing this for me.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2115582817102289889-4757543589383820747?l=justanothererrantthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JustTooMuchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15308838340723764195noreply@blogger.com0