O.o

This has to be the reason why I don't keep a diary... I just do not remember to keep on writing...
Yet I'm back again to write some banal, random shit...
Things have changed since the last time I wrote here... yet I think I may be feeling not that much different... Still feel somehow empty, somehow sad, I'm still afraid of the future, holding myself to dreams I that may never become reality... Still people hurt me so much... I haven't grew up that much. I still can't respond when people make fun of me, I still just cry when that happens. I keep on being anti-social just because I'm sick of people making fun of me or whatever, think I rather be alone than be somewhere I'm not welcome.
Somehow I always seem to push my friends away from me (I don't do it on purpose, it just happens).
Somehow, everyday when I look in the mirror, I just can't help but feeling like a monster.
Still I think I don't belong to this world... I just can't fit in it!
Yet and after all this time, I think I may have some hope... I just don't think I should give up now...