Dear Diary,
I find it hard socializing and I feel dead inside. Nothing much happened today,it was a fine day. But I'm just someone who can't let go of the past. I won't directly say "I want to die" but it's obvious that I want to. I am bad-tampered,envious and highly-sensitive. Who'd want to be friends with someone like that? Nobody,of course.
It's hard to keep my spirits up and not a single soul can keep up with me.
I admire my imaginations. I get to make up things,unlike reality.
Humans are not all the same. Some have big hearts and some don't.
Anyways...
I will stop here.