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Hello, my name is Mylene.

Screams
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Im so sick and tired of trying to
be someone that Im not. This
whole pretending is killing me.
When will I ever learn that I
can never be clique material?
It's like, they are this whole
clique and Im just trying to
be a part of them. I think
only marmy understands
how I feel since she's like
the only person I really
talk to. Recluses in disguise.
How can I tell him that what
he discriminates against is
exactly what and who I was
and am probably still am?
That what he says always
hurts me. He will never
know I guess, because
I dont think I will ever
tell him. And they are
all together with him
in this thing. I should
just stick to my comfort
zone. I shouldnt try to bite
off more than I can chew.
Is this whole thing really
worth the pain and
insecurity that plagues me
every single day? The
worthlessness and pathetic
feelings I experience....
maybe Im just fooling
myself. Im just letting
myself fall into heartache.