I don’t know much..

Dear diary,

I feel sad, lonely, happy, exhilerated, frightened, worried, all at the same time. I don’t know who I am or who I want to be. I care too much what people think of me. I try not to, but I do. I want so many things, and at the same time, nothing at all. I want to be loved. I want to love. I want someone to look me in my eyes and tell me I’m their world. I want the people I love to get along because we need eachother.

I want Santa to come down my imaginary chimney and give me a non-creepy bear hug.

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