I don't how the sheets and covers get thrown off of my bed. and I lay here on the bare mattress. I'm not confident enough to display my thoughts, in fear someone will think I'm unhappy. I feel like I'm getting no where. Good things are happening to people and I'm happy for them, but now I just think it's not meant to be for me. Will something ever happen to me that I will be shocked? as far as love, ballet..etc. I'm stressed. it shows through way too much. I really want to go...you know. My friends are dis loyal. I am loyal. I'm questioning things. What have I let go..what will I gain. Can I do this? I'm 16 and I feel like I'm running out of time. I'm and thinker and it may be the death of me. In the words of the spilled canvas-"fat is an elegant cold-hearted whore, she loves salting my wounds yea she enjoys nothing more." sounds emo? stop saying that! c'mon fate be nice to me and make it snappy.
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