Undefined love.

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Saturday, July 17, 2010 @ 2:43 PM

People change, and they usually change to the people they said they'll never become.

Bloody stressed. So sick and tired of everything happening around me.
I never wanted this to happen, I fucking swear. But I keep getting shot down, like as if I wished for this to happen. Well, no. I don't. I have never meant to overtake, or whatever you call it. I just wanted to be normal, to fit in. To stay out of trouble, make friends. Not create trouble and lose friends. You care for her feelings, what about mine? She's sad, well fuckyea, I know she is. Aren't I too? Aren't I troubled too? Don't my bloody fucking feelings count? I have never wished for this to happen, and neither did she.

I don't know what to do. I'm locked in. I'm stressed. I'm frustrated. I'm upset. Urgh, this is totally like, FML x 1000000000. I feel so expected of. /:

Updated private blog. I'm so stressed out. I only wanted to fit in, be normal, have friends. Not to create trouble. Why is my life like this.