I can never be brave. I’m a fake. A phony. A smile that’s covering so much more. A person who’s pushing for greatness, when at the same time all I want is to give up and do the bare minimum. But why do I keep pushing through everything when I know that this is not me. I don’t even know who me is. I’m eighteen for crying out loud. Just a kid. A baby. I look around the world and I...
It’s so pathetic how I can’t even write what I want on my own blog because I don’t want people to know how I’m feeling. Go me!