Saturday, August 21, 2008
If that HTML thing doesn’t work (and it seldom does) then just click on the link to my Polyvore profile. I like designing clothes and stuff, and Polyvore is really good for that. You get clothes from stores all over the place and you virtually design outfits. When I looked at some other people’s outfits I sort of felt young and inadequate because of how nice their stuff was and how stupid mine is. Do you ever feel that way, diary? I mean, do you feel like I don’t write in you as good as some people write in theirs? Never mind, that’s stupid. But sometimes I do feel inadequate: I feel fat, and stupid and clumsy. But I can’t tell you too much, diary because everything I’m posting on here can be seen by the rest of the online world.
School starts soon and I’m excited. Here’s my dream: all my new clothes are considered fashionable and I make some new friends. We go to the mall (my favorite place) all the time and we have sleepovers and put on makeup and I have a cute sweet boyfriend. But that’s not gonna happen because I’m fat and clumsy and too shy to make any friends. I would go up to people and be like, “Uh, uh, uh,” and they would baby me and feel sorry for me like everyone at my old school did and you don’t know how much I hated that, diary! They weren’t actually my friends, well they pretended they were but really they weren’t! They were just feeling sorry for me because I didn’t wear designer jean or have a boyfriend or call people on the phone or wear clogs like everybody else in the universe does. This year I got some to try to impress people, which according to someone who answers help quesitons from teenagers all the time, is not the best way to make real friends, but actually I don’t want real friends, I just want someone who I can say they are my friend. And I don’t mean like people online because I have lots of pen pals online.
I am never going to have any friend!
