When I'm calm, totally calm, I panic because I'm so used to being angry. Calm is something I get from alcohol but I can't even have that now. The thought of being calm without reason frightens me.
I really hate being called a Ken doll.
I hate people, but I want social interaction. I know that sounds like a normal teen thing, but I haven't really spoken to anyone for over five years.
I need to stop writing these. I'm running out of ink and problems.