I am new to this, so I am posting my first thing.
I am a person. My outer appearance is nothing like the words that I type. My exterior is a costume. An act, a show. Yet, I am confused if that person of what the others percieve of me, is what I percieve of myself. I am a fourteen year old teenager. My thoughts wonder. I think I am going insane. I am always analysing the differant views and perspectives of everything. Mostly my situations. I have so much to deal with, but it’s not my problem. It’s other problems of others that surround me. I just get stuck in them. I sit back and watch. Watch my life get created from others. I did not ask for what I’ve been dragged into. I do not wish to live, yet I will not end my life because I don’t want to end it emptied. I created this account so I can express how I truly feel on the inside, and so I can examine how others feel too.