Luby

��������� I walked outside today to look at the starts. I was waiting to see a shooting star and I did. It was a pretty sight. I tried to make a wish and I think I did. It is complicated though. I can’t fall asleep right now, but I know that writing keeps me calm. I feel very insecure and uncomfortable. I don’t know what else to do to make me happy. This is not the life I want to live and it is so hard to stay cool. Sometimes I think everyone has a better life than me, which may not be true.

��������� I’ve been thinking about a lot of things and one thing was about what makes me feel good. I don’t want be ignorant about anything but I know if I felt good I would be happy. What makes me feel good might make others think I am something bad. I don’t want to use anyone just for myself. Do humans deserve to feel good? I don’t see anything wrong in it. I am not causing pain to anyone am I. I’ve never had anyone tell me they want me to be happy. I don’t feel loved at all. I know there were girls who liked me but it’s not close to what I have told. Everything is so complicated.

��������� The mind set of me in my friend’s eyes. It is something that describes me but in the way I don’t want to be looked at. As if they see a lie but not the true me. I want people to look closer to each other’s souls. What another person is going through may help understand why they feel or do things. �