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So back to me. Or whatever.
It's like I'm stuck in limbo. I work. I go to school. I cook. Do dishes. Sleep. And then start over again. I can't break out of the circle. I can't make friends. I try, but it's not happening. I'm not interesting, and I don't like fun. According to someone. Which I guess is pretty true. I don't know. I don't even know myself anymore. I'm an old lady at 19, almost 20. I don't know what to do. And a part of me likes being an old lady. I don't know. I just don't know.
There's so many things I want to write about, but don't know how to start or what to say.
I think Ijust have a lot of pent up anger about nothing in particular. I have no one to vent to most of the time and even if I did I wouldn't know where to begin.
I guess I'm just insecure about everything. I don't know who I can trust and who I can't. I don't know who my friends are and who aren't.
It's like I'm stuck in limbo. I work. I go to school. I cook. Do dishes. Sleep. And then start over again. I can't break out of the circle. I can't make friends. I try, but it's not happening. I'm not interesting, and I don't like fun. According to someone. Which I guess is pretty true. I don't know. I don't even know myself anymore. I'm an old lady at 19, almost 20. I don't know what to do. And a part of me likes being an old lady. I don't know. I just don't know.
There's so many things I want to write about, but don't know how to start or what to say.
I think Ijust have a lot of pent up anger about nothing in particular. I have no one to vent to most of the time and even if I did I wouldn't know where to begin.
I guess I'm just insecure about everything. I don't know who I can trust and who I can't. I don't know who my friends are and who aren't.