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April 15, 2013
Little things bring me down. I wish I could be like Elena in TVD so I can just turn off all my emotions and be a bitch.
But I can't. I'm too nice.
I'm too safe. I don't want to embarrass myself.
People say the more you put yourself out there, the less it huts.
But all I see is hate.
Why are people so difficult? We are too complex for our own sakes. But also too simple-minded.
And in the end, I feel like shit when I have to deal with people.
This semester just needs to end already. I have too much free time to do nothing, to think about shit that I don't even need to worry so much about.Labels: music, personal
