I’m so sick of lying my way through life for the sake of saving face. I’m just a typical, American. I’m nobody special. I have so much to cover up, but I don’t want to anymore.
I was taught nothing at home, that’s why I lack common sense. I was forced to go to city schools, that’s why I don’t do well with intellect. I was sheltered as fuck, that’s why I’m so awkward and shy.
I have no clue who my dad is, if I did, I would probably understand my life a lot better.
I always wonder what the friends I used to have are up to. Nothing is the same.
Sometimes it’s so hard to make my own decision. I’m so easily influenced.
I really don’t like the person I am.
I hate how I was brought up.
I hate who that upbringing has made me.
I hate it all. Ugh.
Cupid’s arrow strikes again, and again he inflicts a great strain on this hopeless heart.
There is only one thing I want right now.
I am so embarrassed, I could throw up. I’m never going to express my feelings or reveal my crushes to anyone ever again in my life. This is awful.
Yea. I like her. Shit.
I think I like her. I think I like her. I think I like her.
I hate being high because it makes me just realise every weird or negative thing about myself and then it just haunts me for days.
It’s the worst feeling.
Condescending is condescending
So weird having nothing to do with the music industry any longer…
So I’ve begun this redefining stage in my life and I can’t be any more excited.
It’s been so long since I have really assessed myself and redefined who I am.
At first it seemed like a scary idea, but now that I have started, and after a lot of deep thought, I’m pretty excited about it.
I realise, after all, that I haven’t really been who I am today. I’ve been who I was yesterday. That’s not me anymore. I’m not comfortable with that. I need to express myself for who I really am, not who I was.
It’s time to reveal the real me. It’s so exciting.