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So I kind of wish this could be a philosophical entry because I am sure it would make it a lot more interesting.
Once again I have the feeling that I don't know how to speak my mind. I have all the intentions too but when it comes to it I can't stand up to people about how I feel. I wish I was better at it. Maybe then I would be happier. I go along with things and don't let people know how I feel about it.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
I can think about what I'm going to say for hours. I can analyze the situation get right down to exactly how I feel. I am too afraid of making the other person mad. I am too afraid of messing something up.
I'm not happy. My brother makes me late for school almost everyday. He needs to wake up earlier. It makes me mad. I have no one to spend time with except myself. I'm not trying as hard as I should be in school. I can't keep my room clean for beans.
I feel unwanted, unliked, and rejected by everyone around me.
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin’ even me.
I am older than I once was, and younger than I’ll be, that’s not unusual.
No it isn’t strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
After changes we are more or less the same.
Once again I have the feeling that I don't know how to speak my mind. I have all the intentions too but when it comes to it I can't stand up to people about how I feel. I wish I was better at it. Maybe then I would be happier. I go along with things and don't let people know how I feel about it.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
I can think about what I'm going to say for hours. I can analyze the situation get right down to exactly how I feel. I am too afraid of making the other person mad. I am too afraid of messing something up.
I'm not happy. My brother makes me late for school almost everyday. He needs to wake up earlier. It makes me mad. I have no one to spend time with except myself. I'm not trying as hard as I should be in school. I can't keep my room clean for beans.
I feel unwanted, unliked, and rejected by everyone around me.
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin’ even me.
I am older than I once was, and younger than I’ll be, that’s not unusual.
No it isn’t strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
After changes we are more or less the same.