The pursuit of happyness.

People keep telling me that I'm stubborn, that I'm headstrong and that I'm intimidating. I don't make good first impressions, neither do I leave lasting impressions on people that are good. I'm someone who's not like most people (I think). I'm "popular" for all the wrong reasons, and it is not something to be proud of. Neither is it something where people remember me for.

I have an alter-ego. No one knows except for one. And its the last person you'll ever think of.
Its sickening to know that people's first impression of you is a negative impression. Its not nice for people to tell you that "you look scary". I'm envious of girls or even guys who always carry that cheery and easy-to-approach look on their face. I wish I was them.

Sometimes I hate being me. Yet sometimes I love being me. I won't say that I hate my life, neither will I say I love my life. I can't agree I like my life. Ugh, F.M.L.

I wish I could migrate to New Zealand now. I really really really want to. Stat.

Goodnight vaguelythis.