I’m annoyed at him, not really, I’m annoyed at myself because of him, because I just can’t get up the guts to talk to you, because every time I get an opportunity or a chance I wuss out. I’m annoyed because you seem so unreachable, because you just seem like the idea of perfection to me and this makes it so hard because to be honest why would someone like you want to talk to such a pathetic excuse for a human being like me. I’m annoyed at my parents, what teenager isn’t? because they make it so hard, so difficult to be good enough for them, because really I can’t actually remember the last time they were truly proud of me, or the last time they asked how my day was and actually bothered to properly listen. I want to be perfect for them, I don’t want to let them down anymore, but I will, I always do. I’m annoyed at my friends, if you could call them that, they don’t really care about anyone but themselves. No one really cares they’re just curious, they want something new to gossip about, something new to laugh and tease me about, something new that makes their life seem worse than it is, so they can justify feeling pity for themselves. I feel alone in a room full of people and that is the truth no matter who is in that room.
