My body is showing all the signs of happiness, but everything else about me disagrees.
I keep thinking, "if this happened THEN I'd be happy", "If I looked like THAT then things would be better".
There's this line in the play we're doing and it talks about people walking past a woman "with eyes averted" saying "why can't she be a bit more like us?".
I feel like that sometimes. Feeling simultaneously inferior and superior to a group of people that should in theory make me feel accepted. I should really get over that.
I hate being so selective with what I can or can't tell people. One day I'll just explode and tell everyone everything and people will think I'm made of pure crazy but at least I'll feel a bit better.
In brighter news...
Oh. Right.
This is REET depressing. Soz.
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