Dianna Agron, but you can call me Charlie.

I have no idea what to do with my life. I don’t think I ever will.

The two things I want right now are a best friend who I can tell anything to without feeling like I’m being judged and someone to love me. I don’t think I will find either in the foreseeable future.

 i hate when people ask me how i am. that monotonous response, that ‘fine thanks, how’re you?’ so forced, so contrived. when i reply i don’t even think of the meaning behind the words that are tumbling out. i don’t even stop to realise that no, i’m not okay, or maybe yes, i’m amazing. i wish people wanted to know how each other were rather than using the question ‘how are you’ as this regularly structured script.

I’m still offended because you have no reason to hate me. I really try not to do anything wrong, but I’m never enough.