Matilda, 15. I don't know what to write. I am exactly like everyone else. I have some friends. I'm not particularly popular. I love my family. And I've always wondered why I feel like something is missing. I feel like I have no purpose on this planet. That I am just one in a million. Another person contributing to the overpopulation. And I hate it. I hate being the stereotypical confused teenager. Aaaaand I know my blog looks like shit, you don't need to tell me. //
