It seems like i'm alone. I'm confused. I have things i want to say, to share...but if i do, i'll regret it. sometimes, keeping my problems to myself feels like the better way to do it. i should have nothing to complain about...many others have it much worse than i do. But i can actually feel my heart start to ache. starting to give in...and there's no cure. I want to hear words of comfort and at the same time i dont. why? Because those words are meaningless. it's just something to say to avoid the awkward silences. i feel like i'm losing track of who i am, losing track of who i want to be, losing track of the life i once had. Everyone and everything feels fake including me at times. And when i take a step back, i feel frustrated. I don't know what to do. I'm not happy. My greatest comfort now comes in the form of string cheese. i hope as time goes on, i will come to terms with myself. Someday, i'll be myself again. I will look past my friends' shallowness and immaturity. I will look past my parent's never-ending expectations. And i will look past this disappointment in myself. I hope.