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by winterwoods on January 19, 2007I'm so annoyed by myself. If I could I'd shut myself up. Really.
But I can't, of course I can't. I'm weak, I can't refuse myself anything, that's why I'm so fat.
I'm not here to complain about my weight, though. Not this time. I am, however, here to complain, about me. Naturlich.
Er, yeah, how to start. I feel slightly put off with how things are going.
They are definitly not going as I wanted them to, as I planned them to. And I ask myself, why not?
And really, it's just all my own fault. I'm lazy, too shy and just too... weird. A normal weirdness though - I do realise I'm nothing special of course. I can't quite grasp why I'm so unhappy and it bugs me. Because if I don't know why, how can I fix it? Why do I always feel like crying when I'm alone, why do I never want to go outdoors and do something. Am I just extremely weak-willed and lazy or is it something else? Like why I never want to talk on the phone, that can't be a symptom of my lazyness, right?
I hate that I don't know the answers to these questions. Also I hate the fact that I didn't know the answers to the questions asked at my school exams.
I'm just a big crybaby. I know. I'm sorry.
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winterwoods
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