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Why do winters always have to bring such foul moods? Getting walked all over on at work for one thing, and another I am left wondering who really wants to be my friend or not. I won't go into details for the sake of whining too much, but really, I hate this horrible feeling of feeling unwelcome everywhere I go, even though I try to be the best person I can be.
If the good things in life are worth fighting for, why must I fight so much just to maintain mediocrity?
Maybe more later, idk. I hate that this journal is so depressing and moody all the time, but it's one of my only outlets for such moods. I hope this doesn't reflect on me as a negative person.
If the good things in life are worth fighting for, why must I fight so much just to maintain mediocrity?
Maybe more later, idk. I hate that this journal is so depressing and moody all the time, but it's one of my only outlets for such moods. I hope this doesn't reflect on me as a negative person.