For some reason, I never wrote my life on the blog.
I'm still convinced that my life isn't interesting enough to garner a regular following.
Hm. I can't sleep again. Maybe I can, just that it's at the wrong time. I close my eyes, and think of all the things left undone. And then abruptly get up again.
Is it my fault?
I'm constantly thinking on how ugly I look, how absurdly bad my results are, How I'm always wasting time, and how I'll never be good enough to win praise from anybody.
How everything I do seem so insignificant and unimportant that I am the bystander in my own show.
No one seems to remember who I am. No one seems to remember what I did. No one will even thank me for the things I did.
I don't like the spotlight. I'm not qualified to have one on me to start with. I'm just a girl who tried her best at everything and nothing seems to be working out for her.
There's been a lot of studying, writing, redoing, rereading, and throwing paper planes to vent my frustration.
My friends. They're there, just that they can't be there, 24/7 for me. Even though they may be there for me, I can't always pester them like nobody's business. It's wrong of me to spring up on them like that.
I don't want to weigh down on anybody. It's wrong, it's rude, and it's inconsiderate.
My friends come to me with their problems, and I listen to them to understand. Who's willing to sit down and listen to me?
Nobody. I'm too minor a person to bother about.
I'm tired. I'm weighed down by everything, I feel haplessly full, and I just want to let go.
No one's going to catch me. You don't have to act anymore.
Nobody liked me to begin with
I'm still convinced that my life isn't interesting enough to garner a regular following.
Hm. I can't sleep again. Maybe I can, just that it's at the wrong time. I close my eyes, and think of all the things left undone. And then abruptly get up again.
Is it my fault?
I'm constantly thinking on how ugly I look, how absurdly bad my results are, How I'm always wasting time, and how I'll never be good enough to win praise from anybody.
How everything I do seem so insignificant and unimportant that I am the bystander in my own show.
No one seems to remember who I am. No one seems to remember what I did. No one will even thank me for the things I did.
I don't like the spotlight. I'm not qualified to have one on me to start with. I'm just a girl who tried her best at everything and nothing seems to be working out for her.
There's been a lot of studying, writing, redoing, rereading, and throwing paper planes to vent my frustration.
My friends. They're there, just that they can't be there, 24/7 for me. Even though they may be there for me, I can't always pester them like nobody's business. It's wrong of me to spring up on them like that.
I don't want to weigh down on anybody. It's wrong, it's rude, and it's inconsiderate.
My friends come to me with their problems, and I listen to them to understand. Who's willing to sit down and listen to me?
Nobody. I'm too minor a person to bother about.
I'm tired. I'm weighed down by everything, I feel haplessly full, and I just want to let go.
No one's going to catch me. You don't have to act anymore.
Nobody liked me to begin with
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