Let's just say...

Life is rough when a writer can't write. However, I'm not one to throw a pity party for myself.

Since when

Am I like this? What has happened to make me go from extremely happy and enthused to bland. That is not me. I'm a strong-minded young woman. I'm supposed to be my own person. I'm supposed to worry about myself and the very few people I care about. Nothing more nothing less. That's it. I want people to take me seriously. I love being myself, I love being fun, sometimes wacky, caring, and understanding...but people don't take me seriously when I'm being me. My ideas are sometimes ignored even when they are the best, or in a case of right/wrong mine are correct and no one even notices that I was the one in the right. Since when I am viewed as unintelligent? I'm not stupid, I get good grades, I write like no other, I have leadership roles, I help others, and I do so because I want to. No one pushes me, no one tells me I have to be the way I am. Everything I have succeeded at- I can count the number of supporters I've had on one hand. I just want to be understood. If you can understand what it's like to be surrounded by people and feel so incredibly alone, then help me to not feel so alone. Don't leave me completely alone, because that is the one thing I fear most.