A Diary of Sorts

Everything about myself is disappointing. I feel like I can’t do anything right. Sure, I get great grades. Sure, I’m pretty. And sure I have a decent number of friends. But I feel like my life is just so unfulfilling. I was so much happier in sixth grade. When it was just me, my books and food. But now I have to worry about looking antisocial. Or getting fat. Or getting behind in school. In my world it’s not enough to just be pretty, well liked and smart. NO. in my world you have to have the ability to keep this up. Forever.