I was just scrolling through them and had to stop; is that really all I write about?
There are good things that happen in my life. I seem ungrateful and unprivileged judging by these diary entries; when in fact I’ve lived a perfect little life, growing up in a safe town with a family who loves me and a good childhood. I’m the only problem in my life, what goes on in my head is the only problem.
I don’t write unless I’m feeling emotional. When I feel emotional, it’s usually always sad. So I write. And I publish. But they’re always sad.
Lets go through some positives, today
-I have amazing friends and family who care about me
-It is possible to get better at the things I suck at
-Endless possibilities for my future, not all negative
-I AM THE ONLY THING HOLDING MYSELF BACK.