I don't know what to write in here anymore. I have nothing good to say, and I'm one of those people who have to pretend to be happy and 'okay' when they're not...for everyone. Even my closest friends have no clue, never have known the extent of what has gone on in my life because of it. I keep asking myself the same thing..if I had different parents, friends, lifestyle, environment, pretty much everything (all for the better)...would I still have these feelings?
Excuse me while I go put some more black eyeliner on and write some profound poetry.