2am musings of an over-emotional weirdo who really needs to stop being emo while in Japan
My emotions are in a jumble as to who I really am.
With friends I act like a different person, at school I act differently as well, but when I'm alone, the responsibility of smiling all the time disappears and I fade into a mess of depressed loneliness.
Who am I really?
The hormone-driven girl who gets whiplash when in the city?
The hyper attention-whore seeking approval that I turn into when I'm around people or at lives?
or the lame, self-pitying ball of fail I become when I have too much time to think at night?
How am I supposed to have people like and understand me when I don't even understand myself.
With friends I act like a different person, at school I act differently as well, but when I'm alone, the responsibility of smiling all the time disappears and I fade into a mess of depressed loneliness.
Who am I really?
The hormone-driven girl who gets whiplash when in the city?
The hyper attention-whore seeking approval that I turn into when I'm around people or at lives?
or the lame, self-pitying ball of fail I become when I have too much time to think at night?
How am I supposed to have people like and understand me when I don't even understand myself.