dear diary

you know that feeling... when you want to get so mad, you can feel the anger running through your veins??

where you want to just yell, and cry, and scream... and you don't even know why you're feeling this way.

and then the world tells you: be pretty, it will help.

be strong, it will go away.

be popular, you will never be alone.

that's a load of crap.

being pretty is hard.

being strong is endurance.

being popular is lonely.

and then all you have is emptiness

with much love,

leanne