I feel like something's wrong with me. I know that sounds crazy, but it's how I feel. I came home from school today and sat in my room and cried. No, not just cried. I bawled. It got to the point where it was that type of crying where you're breathing really heavy and short and taking sharp, quick intakes of breath. That kind that we all know.I'd been holding it in since my second period Science...

I hate our judgemental society so much. It's honestly one of the things in life that frustrates me the most. I hate how people will take one look at a guy who's into musical theatre or dance and automatically assume that he's gay. I hate how people will see a girl who's a bit overweight and automatically assume that she eats too much. I hate how people will look at someone with dyed hair and...

You know what? You're cool. You're uber cool. You go ahead and write a bunch of crap all over Facebook when you're high on weed. You just go right ahead and have fun with that. You know what, though? You make yourself look like a complete idiot when you do that. You are a complete idiot, actually. You always have been, but I was stupid enough not to see it.And I don't care how "adorable" or...

My mom has lately been finding it hard to grasp that I'm a regular human being and that I'm not perfect.I feel like a complete idiot for doing so, but I'm still hurting over the guy who lied to me, and I still feel sick to my stomach when I think about how he does drugs, and how that makes it even more stupid for me to be upset that things didn't work out between us. I mean, I don't agree with...

Why?Why do I care so much about the guy who lied to me and hurt me? Why does it kill me that he does meth, heroin, and pot? Why does it bother me so much that he drinks so much? Why did it kill me to see him with a cigarette to his lips? Why do I care so much about him, even though he's hurt me, even though I probably don't mean very much to him? Why do I still worry about him, still worry about...

Why does nothing ever work out for me in the relationship area? I mean, I realize that I'm fourteen and that I have a lot of years ahead of me to find the one I'm meant to be with, but still. Why does every attempt get screwed up? Why do I end up feeling worthless and unimportant to...well, pretty much everyone?There was this one guy, and we used to be best friends. We would talk all the time and...

I wonder if he even knows. I wonder if he even freaking knows how much I like him. I wonder if he thinks about me a lot, like I think about him. I wonder if I mean a lot to him. Maybe. I wonder if he likes me, too….Major vent warning !I haven’t exactly had the best of luck with boys. I mean, yes, I’m only fourteen years old, but still. They either don’t have the same feelings and end up...