Have you ever felt like everything seemed unreal? Like you were sleepwalking through your days in a world too good to be true? Feeling like someone you're not when you're still the same? With a faint, incessant feeling of bittersweer and disbeleif? Maybe the feeling's called "emptiness"; maybe sleepless nights' got me crazy; but one thing's for sure, it all feels...diffirent. It's wierd and I'm not sure I like it, but I guess it's worth a try. Still, my concience stays overalert to pain; it's been sufforing too much and the poor thing's traumatized. I know it sounds pretty casual but anxiety is a feeling one gets used to after a while; just like stress or hunger, but that's off topic really. Topic? I didn't know we had one. And it's kind of true since I've been rambling about on exhausted brain cells. Sigh, isn't teenage life hard? I hope you recognise the danger and peril it represents though or I can honestly say you're a twat with a monotone, judgemental adult brain. That's a thing that gets me fired up, adult's who think that teenagers always overdramatise and that thier problems aren't serious since they haven't tasted the trials of adult life. Whoa, when did I start bitching about my parents? I'm just kidding. It's just that I feel like they sometimes don't realise what it's like to be me. In fact, noboddy can realise what it's like since i'm the only one who is. I know it sounds oh-so-dramatic but it's suitable for what it implies; i've had it rough, like anyone else, and i'm not trying to make anyone feel bad for me, i'm just
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