all i want to do is burst into tears but i can’t do that either since my roommate’s here. i don’t plan on letting her see me in tears, i don’t know how she’ll react and i know i’ll get embarrassed later.
sigh.
i don’t even know what’s wrong. i guess it’s the stress. and the need to fit in. and the evil stares i’m getting from people. i can’t anymore. the only joy i’m getting is sleeping and sometimes i can’t even get that.
can’t even hug someone like i used to, y’know all squishy and stuff.
and i just really want someone to pet my head and tell me it’s all gonna be okay ‘cause sometimes you just need to know that. and i don’t know if anything’s going to be okay.
everyone seems so happy, and then there’s me.
Sleepy baby polar bear
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