Just in case if you can't find me, I'm that retarded looking kid sitting in the middle with my eyes closed while everyone else is laughing and having fun.
This made me laugh out loud when I saw it. I was just cleaning my room, and there it was - my Year 6 book. But other than being amusing, not much has changed.
While everyone is busy having fun, I'm too worried about everyone else's happiness. I didn't mind so much when I was little. I liked making other people happy. And everything was simpler then.
But I have been selfish too.
I went to visit my grandparents the other for the first time in the last couple of months. I went to the bathroom and sitting in the bath tub was a light blue bucket. I'm such an emotional freak, but I started tearing up at the sight of it. It just brought back so many memories - I used to come home to that same house after a 30 degree day at school, sit in the bath tub, and pour freezing cold water all over myself with that bucket.
So sometimes I think how the fuck did I get here? How did everything get so messed up?
But at the end of the day, I'm probably just worrying too much. The fact of the matter is, I am here. It's what I'm going to do next about it that counts.
"I know you Naomi. I know you're lonely. I think you need someone to want you... Well, I do want you.
So, be brave
and want me back." - Skins