stalking

I longed to be wrapped in his arms again, pour my troubles, make everything feel okay, even if it wasn't

That's the pathetic thing about high school. Everyone tries so hard to be something they aren't. It's gotten so I don't know who I am, so how can I even try to be who I am, much less who I'm not?
My problem is that I don't even fit in with the misfits.
I don't fit anywhere.

Apparently when it's two people, it's quirky and funny, but when it's a person doing the same stuff on her own, it's rebellious and antisocial.

How could something taht made a person feel so safe be so BAD?

The only thing worse than parents who don't pay attention to you is parents who pat you on the shoulder on their way out the door