So, it seems I only come on here when I’m feeling down and need somewhere to vent and let out everything. Don’t know why but re-blogging photos cheers me up. And the fact I can post whatever on here without having everybody on Facebook judge me feels good. I know no one will read this or really care, but I do not know who I am anymore. All this loneliness I try and hide, pull an act that I don’t really care is really starting to take its toll. Losing passion for the things I love doing the most and worst of all just feeling like I let my parents down all the time, sucks. I’m so sick of being a no-bodie, all my mates always catching up but never getting the invite to me. It would be rad just to have someone to talk to again instead of holding it all inside till I can’t anymore and I find myself just laying here thinking about how nothing has gone to plan! Im sick of doing the same thing everyday of the week, people say well change it, but how when you have nothing to change too! Well that’s my boring pointless vent. If you read it, thanks.
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