Dear Diary,
Fuckk, it would be nice to be talented somehow. It would be nice to have things going for me and get my life going.
I’m stuck and have made my life harder, filled with more stress, because of the incredibly, stupid decisions I have made. I’m really just sleepwalking through life and feel as though I’ll never get what I want. I’m not capable of it. I’m just dealing with bullshit everyday and taking it. I hate that I have to act like I give a shit. If I was smart and rich, I wouldn't have to deal with any of this crap. I feel so uncomfortable with acting as if everything is fine. That's life blah blah blah.