I feel sad. Sad often. Sad that no one loves me, I have no one to love. I know I want to be independent and happy, but I always feel that something is missing. I want to be touched, I want to be hugged, to be needed, to be loved. I used to think that everything would be fine when I grew up. When I grew up, I would have many friends and people to love. The result is that it turns out that not everything can be solved by growing up, and when I grow up, I am still lonely, maybe more lonely than when I was a child, but I have learned to hide my emotions and not express my thoughts easily. No one can see if I am not. Lonely, like it or not, I just want someone to play with me, I'm so bored. I hate this world, and sometimes I really want to walk away, and there is always the urge to die in my subconscious. But I can't, I will grow up sooner or later. Maybe loneliness is useful. I don't need other people to make me happy.
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