my mind wonders through and through it never stops.i cuase pain to others they say but is it true i think not.my heart is a swirling black hole and i do think that.in eyes of others im the wierd kid, but in my eyes im just reagular old me.i write in a journal to hide feelings from others, though others think i need to be more open.my s'all and will be kepted to myself.untold lies are spoken in...

the first feeling is that the world is aggest me and makes me feel powerless over my own life.the second feeling is that my friends are not my true realible friends that will not help me if i have a problem in my life.the third is that my life feels like its controles by my self obsorbed little obnoctoin friends.

life goes on to play its own role but slips to deppresion and seassies to exist