Could I possibly be more worried? I don’t get it. It’s the most confusing thing. I don’t think he loves me anymore, which is troubling me. It’s been 5 months, and I really hope he doesn’t hurt me like the rest of them. Then I will really know that guys are all the same, if he hurts me that is.
Aside from that, things are great. Other than the fact that my best friends aren’t my best friends really anymore. It seems as if they hate me. Loathe me. Despise me. I don’t get it. I didn’t do anything other than be super nice to them this year.
The world is going down the tubes. Honestly. Disease is breaking out, war is going on, racism, sexism, all of the above. Can it get any worse than it possibly is? I mean call me pessimistic, but I really don’t like how people are treating other people. Just because someone is a little different than you does not mean they deserve your wrath. What did they ever do to you?
I hate younger kids. They bother me. They try to be as old or in some cases older than high school kids. It’s dumb. I mean I may be young, but those little kids should stay in their own area of expertise. Gossiping, poor fashion, and wannabe status right there.
I’m currently reading Dry by Augustan Burroughs. It really makes you think about how great you have it. At least my parents didn’t sell me to a whacky therapist when I was twelve. Reading it has really started to help me change my ways of thinking. It makes me realize how poisonous some things and even some people are. When you think about it that way, you really have to know who to trust and who not to.
Question of the day: Why does life have so many questions?
With love,
Brittany <3