Ever since I was a little girl, I have had times where I feel angry, self-conscious, alone. Today I looked through my childhood journals and seen how angry and sad I was. I read all of them intrigued to see how I viewed life. To remember past memories. And I realized I still have the same problems. I only have two best friends. And most of the time I end of being the third wheel. I feel like I’m never truly happy. That I ignore the sadness with other distractions to feel better but then after months of this I break down. Feeling lost. Wondering Who I am. Who I want to be. No one understands me. In the end you are your worst enemy and you only friend. And it scares me when I have these thoughts. I feel trapped. Trying to put on a smile on my face. I just want to feel true happiness. Whats wrong with me? I just want to be a normal happy-go-lucky teenage girl. Instead I have this.