I know you.
You're the girl who was so happy, then crashed. You used to love life, trying new things, rolling on the floor laughing, but now you lock yourself in your room because you don't want to be with people. Your schedule is always empty, but when your friends call, you say you're too busy.You just never seem to be in the mood anymore. Your friends don't really know what's going on with you, but they don't care enough to figure it out... so there you are, just wishing life would hurry up and get to the good part. Your life is crumbling, stress is eating at you... school sucks. Your parents nag you about that "B" you got on your report card, and no matter how hard you try, you can never please them. Or anyone else for that matter. Not even yourself. When you look in the mirror, you see ugly and fat. You hate the way you look and there are so many things you would like to change. Your nose, your hair, your skin. You see pictures of beautiful girls with beautiful bodies and think to yourself, why can't that be me? And then you think about what a perfect life she must have because she's beautiful. The guys must fawn over her, and she probably gets anything she wants. If you had that life, maybe you would be happy too. But no, you're stuck with the most dysfunctional, unsupportive family in the world and there's nothing you can do about it, because you're stuck with them for the rest of your life. You hate to admit it, but you dream of moving across the country, maybe even across the globe. Starting somewhere new, maybe it'll all change. Maybe you'll be happy there. It's a sad thought that you would leave everything in an instant, but it's true isn't it? You've been planning summer since school started and you keep thinking that as time goes on, things will get better, but not yet. "Better" is still a long ways away. Right now, you're curled up in your room on your laptop. Your "happy" place. But you're not really happy. You're never really happy anymore. Not even the things you used to love cheer you up. People just irritate you, and you prefer antisocialism. It's easier that way. But the truth is, I know you. Wanna know why? This is me.