This is the true me on these pages. I've always loved sunflowers but...never thought of them as anything but flowers. They are tall, beautiful and proud. That's everything I'm desperately trying to be. So maybe, just maybe, I can be like them someday. Even though I know everything will be ok...I can't help but doubt everything sometimes. That is what makes life interesting I guess.
About the Blogger
This blog belongs to a 17 year old girl living in the United States. She has many self-diagnosed problems that send her into tailspins quite often. This includes clinical lycanthropy, depression, possible bipolar, mild sociophobia and severe driving anxiety. Despite her friends, she feels alone. She hates things about herself, yes, but this is why she started the blog. She felt as if she could better express herself through the Internet and being anonymous. This is all she wants you to know about herself in general as to stay anonymous to her friends who may run across this blog. Please understand. If you recognize her, please don't say anything. This is her only possible outlet. She has kept your secrets...please just keep this one.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Venting About Myself 2/7/2013
In other news, my mom started a blog. It's getting harder and harder to keep this one a secret. It's killing me. I will never tell her about this. Ever. This is MY world and MY secret. This is a place where I can freely speak and not worry about being judged or punished for m actions. I won't subscribe to her blog either. If she has my account, she'll look to my profile. If she goes to my profile, she'll see this. Look, mom, I have my secrets. Trust me. There's things I won't even write on here.
I guess right now my biggest issue is loneliness. Again I am struck by the singleness...With Single Awareness Day quickly approaching, I'm seeing Valentines pop up all over the place and even though I don't technically celebrate it either way I still feel lonely in my little reality bubble. I know i'm not the only on in this same boat but it is still a very empty feeling. Then again, there's another issue that's far more pressing and far more sad. My weight. I'm severly overweight for my age and I give myself panic attacks and upset stomachs trying to make myself stop eating. I will be totally honest. If I could be anorexic, I would. If I could lose weight like an anorexic, I WOULD. I WOULD IN A MINUTE, NO...A SECOND. Why am I so...ugly?
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