cause I'm some kind of loser, right?

so, I clean my room all day-it was a mess...and still is. well I thought I was gonna hang with my friends, but they all cancelled on me. one of my closets was a complete mess, so I cleared it out and now it's really clean, but the rest of my room isn't. I just don't understand. my parental guardian (haha) makes me work all the time. well duh of course I should work/do chores. but not every flipping second of my break, of the weekend, or my free time. so I'm sitting here on a Friday night cause I'm an absolute loser. no one even cares to call or text unless they want to brag about themselves. I'm sitting in my room on top of my piles of clutter and clothes writing in my blog that no ones even looking at. I can feel the echoes of my words hitting walls with no doors to be opened, soundproof walls to never be heard. yep, I'm the coolest kid in town, don't you think? life sucks then you die. so true. please someone come rescue me from the prison hole before I crack. the pressure is getting to much.

ok, listen up if you can.

life...is hard. pshh..we already knew that. and i need somewhere to vent, and journaling isn't exactly fulfilling my hunger. so, maybe this "blogging" will stop my growling stomach. this is anonymous for those of you creepy stalker people. we all know why you do it-you're life is so boring you go creep people out so you can make it better while coveting their life cause it's so much better than yours. ew, hit the spot didn't i? yes, very sarcastic person. i come off as cocky sometimes, but rest assured, i'm not. now, what's up with my headline? i'm young, a teen. but I look older. (people tell me all the time) so that's the reason why. this is also anonymous for my family, friends, etc. so they don't find out. so I'm not gonna go too deep into detail. about me: I'm very creative. I like to sing, act, dance, write, photograph, graphic design, doodle, etc. I'm an oxymoronic person. I'm messy, I'm clean. I'm happy, I'm depressed. I hate him/her, I love him/her. I'm violent with my words, I'm sugar sweet. I want to run away, I want to stay here. I feel like shooting her(not really), I feel like hugging her. you get the picture. I'm always changing. I have close friends, but not close enough that I can tell them everything or they know my whole story. so, the worldwide web, you are my new best friend, but you still won't know everything! ;) welcome, hope you enjoy these posts.