When did life become so difficult? I miss those times when you only had to worry about your exams, about what clothes to wear, about what boy you found more attractive.

But now, it seems I only screw it up. When I have it, I think about other stuff, but when I have these other stuff, then I want it back, I miss it.

You know, people should warn you: "Hey, life's fucked up, just stay away from it." That would be a perfect piece of advise. Instead, people just say how wonderful life is when you're with the one, maybe I haven't found the one, or maybe life is not a fairy tail. Maybe you just have to live day by day struggling to reach something you may not know yet.

For what I know, I'm a really confused person who doesn't know what she wants and I hurt people on my way through life.

So tell me, you wise people, what should I do? Maybe 'always tell the truth' would be another wonderful piece of advise. Even if it hurts, truth is always the answer, is always the exit to take, isn't it? Aren't I right?

Well, in that case, wish me luck.

I screwed it up. Once again. What the hell is wrong with me?

I think I may love someone I shouldn't.