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Sunday, April 10, 2011 | post a comment {0}

I spend so much time trying to build up a nice facade that the things that are actually happening in my life seem to shock me, though they've been developing since who know's when.


I spend my school day trying to not look lonely because I figure it must just be teenage self-induced angst, but then I realize that all of my "friends" are freaking shady behind my back.


I spend my mornings/weekends/nights putting together outfits trying not to look too fat or ugly, and I realize I've gained 5 pounds without even noticing.


I spend my time at home trying to make up for all the shit I did to my family when I was with you, but then I realize I'm still hurting and you don't even care anymore.


I spend all this time but I think I'm investing all of it in the wrong places, events, and people. Because the more I try the worse I feel.


Vicki.