Sasha.
22-years-young. Aspiring novelist. Bullshit intolerant.

I don't know if it's just me or if it's the effect of being lonely for so long. But I've been feeling so down and out lately. I can't even really find the real cause of it all deep inside. No matter how hard I look, no matter how deep I dig -- I just can't.

I don't know what's going to happen in the future. I don't know what I'm going to be doing either. Honestly, I don't even know what the hell anymore.

Everyone's moving on and I feel like I'm the only one left behind in this busy world. No love, no life... Nothing.

Friends around me know me as the girl who's always laughing at the most random things. They know me as the girl who's always smiling despite the weight of the world hanging on her shoulders. I should go into acting, I think. I make such a good actress, pretending everything in my life is so apple pie -- with whipped cream and cherry on top. No one really know the dark thoughts I have within. No one cares to understand. No one cares to even notice. See? Good acting.

Before you ask, yes. I've considered talking it out to someone really close. But would they really care? Would they really listen? I tried talking it out to someone but then the best response I got from them is 'Okay'. Or they would act really weird around me after. How do you expect me to open up to someone else with a reaction like that?

I don't know what to do anymore.

Labels: world so cold

Here I am again with a blog. A personal blog where I rant my feelings out and such. I've got so much to say, but I'm too exhausted from school. Plus, I actually worked on the blogskin for about 3 hours before I decide to call it a night. I'll say more later.