User blog comment:Random Confessor/Anonymous Confessions/@comment-4654489-20111213032456

There's several things...:


 * I'm in love with the boy who I have been for the past few years. He's always been such a great friend to me.....But he just won't notice me. And I want him to....so badly. He's always going after a girl who doesn't appreciate me like I do. I APPRECIATE YOU. I LOVE YOU, SO MUCH. So why....Why do I see us drifiting apart each day. I can't take it anymore. I need you with me, so why? Why can't we just revert to how we were when we first met? I guess I'll never know.


 * I'm ashamed of my family. My mother is an overprotective idiot who doesn't seem to appreciate me. My dad is a drug addict and barely comes home anymore. My brother is overwight, low-grades, and takes out his anger on us. And my sister? She's gone off to college and is just so....I'm not mentioning it. I'm sexually harrased to no end and I can't seem to jump out of it.


 * My friends don't seem to notice me. The true ME. They notice the girl who laughs at everything, is smarter than everyone they know, and is funny and random. They don't know the other girl, who wants to cry every single day because of the pain, the girl who just wants to be alone, the girl who longs to be herself. I want to be confident and not so insecure but.....it never does seem to work, does it?


 * I'm so sensitive, it's stupid. Like, today, a boy purposely dropped all my stuff and I wanted to start crying. I'm tired of having to go through teasing and bullying every damn day. Why can't I just get a break for once? Please?


 * No one in my real life knows about this wiki. No one. They won't ever know though, because then I could never come here again. I NEED this wiki. It's the only thing that gives me joy in life anymore.


 * Again, friends. There's always something about them, I can't really describe. But the people I call friends...are not friends. They don't know who I am, or how I really am. Maybe the boy I'm in love with does. Just maybe.


 * Grades. If I don't have high grades, I'm pretty sure my parents will disown me.


 * I'm closer and closer to crying each day. Sometimes, after a few long weeks, I start crying randomly in my room. I just can't seem to do anything though. I keep crying and crying until I finally calm down. That's the only way I can deal with it. Randomly crying out of nowhere.


 * The only escape I truly have is writing. Writing is my life, it's my whole way of being who I am. Not the funny girl, not the shy girlm but the girl who thinks people should stop judging people because even the happiest girl can really, truly, be sad. I guess I'll give a sample of my writing:

I'm tired. Tired of everything that lays in the past. I can't even breath anymore. You, not being here It sucks the life and energy out of me I'm barely alive. But your completely dead. You lost yourself on the way to popularity and socialism. And me? I've lost myself...by not holding on to you.

People probably know who this is by now though. I'll add more to this comment sooner and later, just to get it all out.