Da Vinci Herself
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I don't know if I"m really looking for an answer as much as I am looking for some sort of relief in any form. Be it similar feelings, advice, support and encouragement, an explanation to why... it doesn't matter. Just talking gives me a bit of relief and I think that's what I'm looking for --- people just talking with me.
I'm 15 years old. I'm a high school Sophomore. I am usually a happy person. I am usually so optimistic that optimism has my picture next to it in the dictionary. I love laughing, I enjoying making people laugh and I adore being around my friends. But lately... lately I've been feeling different. A bit off, you could say.
Erm... I've lost interest in doing things that i used to love to do -- like writing. I love writing, well I mean, at least I used to love writing. and then all of a sudden I'm just not into it anymore. Don't say it's because interests change, because they do that's true but writing has always been something I've clung to so strongly that nothing could take it away.
I've been through a lot of shit in my life and I've survived with a happy attitude, stronger personality and character, better morals and knowledge.
Now, I find myself not wanting to talk to friends, not wanting to be near people in general, constantly retreating to books (though I used to do this, I'm doing it more now than ever), tired nearly all the time, daydreaming all the time. It's like I've become dull... lifeless...
I'm 15 years old. I'm a high school Sophomore. I am usually a happy person. I am usually so optimistic that optimism has my picture next to it in the dictionary. I love laughing, I enjoying making people laugh and I adore being around my friends. But lately... lately I've been feeling different. A bit off, you could say.
Erm... I've lost interest in doing things that i used to love to do -- like writing. I love writing, well I mean, at least I used to love writing. and then all of a sudden I'm just not into it anymore. Don't say it's because interests change, because they do that's true but writing has always been something I've clung to so strongly that nothing could take it away.
I've been through a lot of shit in my life and I've survived with a happy attitude, stronger personality and character, better morals and knowledge.
Now, I find myself not wanting to talk to friends, not wanting to be near people in general, constantly retreating to books (though I used to do this, I'm doing it more now than ever), tired nearly all the time, daydreaming all the time. It's like I've become dull... lifeless...