Dear Diary, hello again.
A long time before my birthday I had this idea. Idea of someone magically fixing all of my problems and getting my life together just because I will turn sixteen. I thought for some reason it may change my life. They all say "things get better, when you get older" you know? I was like: This will be the year! The year, when I wouldn't care about other people's opinions on me. The year, when I wouldn't silently cry on our school toilets. The year, when I would get better.
Well, I'm sixteen for some time and... I feel terrible.
Today one of my teachers asked me if I was okay. I wasn't able to create a bare sentence. I almost started to cry and he saw it so clearly.
Today was interesting.