emily;

It's been a weird week.

I would spill all my troubles onto this page, but I don't have the energy. I think Rosanna, Jam and Daisy lending me an ear today has been enough, but still ...

I'm stuck. Do I continue to be myself and somehow dig myself a hole in which people think badly of me, or, do I put a halt to being "ott-friendly" and hence, ultimately, stop being a friend?

To begin with, I was pretty annoyed. These people are supposed to be my friends. Friends which I have shared two years of highschool with, and with whome I have irreplacable memories of graduation and laughs. And yet, my so-called "reputation" is completely annihilated by a handful of bad mistakes and stories resulting in a case of mistaken identity. But then, I tried explaining why I was annoyed, and it just didn't seem so significant anymore. I couldn't channel my frustration into a string of words which made enough sense. Probably because I care about these people too much to actually be angry for long.

So I guess, I admit defeat. No more sharing of secrets. No more having fun just because I want to do something entirely for me, for once.

I am a saint, just like how you want me.


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emily;

It's been a weird week.

I would spill all my troubles onto this page, but I don't have the energy. I think Rosanna, Jam and Daisy lending me an ear today has been enough, but still ...

I'm stuck. Do I continue to be myself and somehow dig myself a hole in which people think badly of me, or, do I put a halt to being "ott-friendly" and hence, ultimately, stop being a friend?

To begin with, I was pretty annoyed. These people are supposed to be my friends. Friends which I have shared two years of highschool with, and with whome I have irreplacable memories of graduation and laughs. And yet, my so-called "reputation" is completely annihilated by a handful of bad mistakes and stories resulting in a case of mistaken identity. But then, I tried explaining why I was annoyed, and it just didn't seem so significant anymore. I couldn't channel my frustration into a string of words which made enough sense. Probably because I care about these people too much to actually be angry for long.

So I guess, I admit defeat. No more sharing of secrets. No more having fun just because I want to do something entirely for me, for once.

I am a saint, just like how you want me.