I'm a criminal

I feel so guilty but the problem is that I don't know about what exactly I'm worried. This time of my life everything's so peaceful, so calm and I can't imagine how long all these will last. I've got nothing to write, I don't know what to write and I don't want to. However, writing to this blog is a way of psychoanalysis. lmao
I want to visit a psychiatrist, if I suggest this to my mum, she will laugh. No one thinks that I'm weird. I don't like to show my feelings and my thoughts. If someone confess a lot of things about himself, he gets vulnerable. I can't trust people and I don't need to. But, sometimes, I need someone and no one is there and I feel so lost and alone.
xx

Thoughts are running too fast like hell.

This time of my life, I really don't know what to do.

Trentemoller - Moan

I'm thinking too much, not only about him (about them is more correct). I'm thinking about my future, about myself. I want to be slim, beautiful, successful and rich. Actually, I want to be perfect. I owe to myself.
Past seven months, I was extremely stupid and now I try to change all these shits that I created. I need someone to talk about my problems but I can't find someone mature enough. As I always say, people are superficial and you know what? They don't give a fuck about your problems. So the only thing I have to do is find a solution by myself. Pathetic? Oh, yes!
I regret about everything. Every word and every thing that I did. You don't know what the hell I'm saying, you don't need to know at all. If only I had a time machine, I would go back to seven months? Seven years? Before my birth?
It's hard to accept you life.

Inside, I'm broken.

Fuck!

I saw him twice today. Every time was so painful,
because I really like him,
but he thinks that I'll try as most as I can.
No, my darling. I'm selfish.

I like U but U don't even say "Hello!".

If you smile just right, no one will know you have a heart full of pain and a stomach full of butterflies.