Today I didn’t have school today because the roads gotten really bad. I had to do some cleaning so I didn’t get yelled at for doing nothing. I have got a stocker, which I don’t know who he is. He just ends up talking to himself because I don’t talk to him. It’s pretty creepy what he tells me. So here are some examples of what he been saying. “I love you, I want to marry you, I think you so pretty, Please don’t leave your pretty self alone you should date me, I wish I was there to kiss you.”
But anyway I have been staying alive through the days that go by. Even though most days I just feel alone, that’s only because my heart makes me feel that way. I’m normally really lost in the world and thinking thoughts that nobody should think. During the days that’s how it has become. So many people think they can help me and most try to attempt doing, but in the end they all just end up failing or giving up. Yes it is all true that my heart has been through so much in my past, but at the end up each day I always still think about how things work in this world. The thoughts that always come to me just end up taking control and making it hurt inside. The pain of being alone and lost also the pain that nobody wants anything to deal with. I have been fighting this pain since 3rd grade. My past life was always just a drain of nightmares coming true. Turning me into a hateful living monster and that monster has hurt a lot of people. I can still remember times when I got into fights and making them cry, and I would just sit there and stare. After the move I wanted to change I wanted to care, so I didn’t have to feel so alone in the world. So I didn’t have to hurt anybody but myself. When I moved I stopped caring how I really felt about things and myself. I never care what happens to me as long as the people around me are ok. Every day of my past I just brought shame to the people around me and my family. My lifelong goal was to hear from my father’s voice that he was proud of me. That he was happy to have me as a daughter, and then just pat me on the head. As time goes by I still remain as an outcast. Probably will for the rest of my life…
Mood: Somewhat Sad
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