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Tuesday, November 27, 2012


I don't know what's wrong with me.
i wish i did.
If you knew me in the seventh grade you probably wanted to smack me.
I was so loud.
and obnoxious.
but I was outgoing.
I got straight A's.
I went to every one of my classes
I talked to just about anyone.
I smiled everyday.
I laughed at
e v e r y  t h i n g
And here I am.
the tenth grade.
I wear all black to school,
and I don't smile.
I hate going to school,
if i go im late.
I have awfuuuuuuuul grades.
Im screaming on the inside.
I hate talking to people.
because I just feel like an idiot.
What happened to the outgoing happy innocent little girl?
Society got to her head.
and now she hates her self.
I've hurt everyone who loves me.
I have pushed everyone away.
Broke their heart.
and broke her own heart.
Everyday I get mad at myself.
because I want to be a happy person.
I go a couple days happy, thinking things are looking up.
telling myself to be happy.
But then I realize I'm not.
I want to be happy
but i dont know how.
I dont know what to do.
or anything anymore.
 I wish happiness came in a box.
I would order an endless supply.
and open 10 everyday,
and be the happiest person around.
because i like being happy.

But its not that easy.
you can't buy happiness.
you have to find it.
and i dont know where.
because everywhere ive looked
has let me down.