7th of January,2010 7:31pm
With out these two girls and my mother by my side, it feels as if no one is there. Every man I have learnt to trust has walked away, and every "best friend" i've had has disappeared. I'm not kidding. I'm not over exaggerating. It's true. I may have "friends" but I am not close with them all. I am not allowed out so much as the rest. I am not as pretty or beautiful as the rest. I just do not fit in with the crowd I was put in to. Everything has twisted, the secureness of my own home has gone. Fuck this.
The Anthropology of Ariana.
I'm not who you think I am because to be honest, you don't know who I am. How should you? I laugh when i'm not meant to, I cry when things get happy. I never know what to wear. I want it to be hot when it's cold, and cold when it's hot. I like being alone, yet when I am, I wish I wasn't. I realised not everything is worth dying for. Nothings what it seems and who you thought were, aren't. All I need is you, that's all I really know.