stop judging. that shit really really hurts. from my fakest to my bestest friend, they all judge me, and I really hate it. i won't be able to trust anyone with my secrets because end of the day they'll assume and no one actually cares. no one but my mum and she isn't the type that will listen to me rant if I actually manage to phrase everything i'm thinking at one disastrous moment into words. and mummy isn't even here now so basically i'm going through one of the hardest phases of this year which may well be the worst of my fourteen years so far. and then i was looking through my old pictures and reading all those primary school birthday cards. i don't know how i stopped crying. I'll get through this alone. or not.