I can't breathe.
It feels like someone's holding my heart and just squeezing as tightly as they can.
My bad scores play a part in it, but that's my own fault. I'll work hard to change that. I know I can.
But...I'm so paranoid right now.
Jolene's so good at reading my feelings. Sooner or later she'll find out that I'm not as stable as I seem.
Smiling. Always smiling.
Why can't they see that it hurts? Yeah, it's fun to you, but to some others, it's not.
It's not something that can simply be explained.
I'm lucky to have this blog. I can express myself however I want.
Haishhhhhh.