I'm coming clean.

I'm fed up with you're expectations. I don't want to be a shell fit for overprotected parents. I just want to be me around them, which I know they would love, but like rock, paper, scissors, somebody has to lose. It's so tedious, I've known from the start that I couldn't please everyone, but yet it's my nature to do so anyways. It feels like I'm growing apart from what are considered best friends. There isn't a soul who understands me, but at least she tries to.

I really don't know whats wrong with me now a days. When the slightest problem occurs I tend to completely repress it, as if it never existed. Right now I can't even say that I am me. I've been completely over taken by that personality people think of me; just another profound idiot. I just wish I had somebody to talk to.