I am not having a good day.
And I just can't help but think that it's going to get worse.
I'm starting to think I just.have a real problem.

People make me so uncomfortable. I can't...
look at them. I can't deal with them.
They're annoying, and...the things they do.

I feel like there's alost of...miscommunications in our society.
Like if you explain about things and how you feel and it happens to be that
you dislike it, you're complaining.
And if you need support while you're doing something, you need someone to hold your hand.

It's not fair when people play favourites.
Or assume things, just because of one aspect of your life.
My mother is so seeing, and yet...so unseeing. So blind and
so deaf and so mute.
She sees that I don't like confrontations, that I feel uncomfortable
so many times.
Knows I'm not happy alot of the time.
She does nothing.

I thought she was coming to the school with me.
She isn't.
Thinks I can do it alone.
I don't think I can.
I'm not ready to be the person that can.
I'm not ready to be the one that goes and talks and
is grown up.
I never got a chance to not be that person - I'm sick of her.

Feels like I've grown up too fast.
It feels like there's no going back now.

It feels like the fall is starting to get to me.
And it feels like I can't tell a soul.