My diary: an interactive project. Sort of.

2/27/11. Sorry about the hiatus.

I'm really upset right now. My motivation to do anything is stuck at zero.

I feel like I'm cheating by writing this. It's not a story, so why is it on here? I'm not a writer, so why am I trying? I'm never going to be good at anything? So why keep looking for a talent, or a skill, or anything that might spark my interest enough to get me out of bed in the morning?

I'm pathetic. And here I am ranting in my stupid public journal that no one will ever read or care about. What am I doing? Why? There is no point.

Life just seems pointless. And no one knows. I wanna break down crying in class, just so someone pays attention. I want scars on my wrists, so I'll have something to show for all of this. I want to show them how I feel, but I can't.

Im tired of it. It's not worth it. I need something good. Help me?

Please tell me someone cares.

I sound so incredibly pathetic.

Oh well.

Thank you, if you read this. Comments make me a little happier. Just a little.

I really wanna write an actual story. Maybe I'll work on it. Only problem is, I'm not a writer. Oh well.

Goodbye