Confession 1: I think I hate my dad. Perhaps a strong dislike and distrust? Either way things aren’t what they use to be.
Confession 2: I get extremely jealous of my best friend because she is crazy beautiful and better at everything in life.
Confession 3: I want to run away a lot more than I should, I want to hurt myself a lot more than I should, I want to escape….
I have more negative thoughts than good, but when I’m around people they go on the back burner, only sneaking up once in awhile. Easily covered by a smile. I’m very good at faking it, so good that I might even have you fooled. It’s funny when you try and tell me what I feel, when in reality you’re only seeing what I let you. Nice try.