So I'm offically

done with my blog. It's pointless and a waste of time and emotion. So I'm going to go through the rest of my life like a robot. Not get too emotionally attached to people, because they don't care that much about you anyway. Never fall in love, because it's a waste of time. And never tell anyone anything because all they're waiting for is their turn to speak. They don't actually care what you have to say.

I've come to realize

that I sometimes liked boys, just for the sake of liking someone. Like it was something to do, something to think about. Something to distract me from how much I hated myself. I really truthfully hated myself.
I felt like nothing I did was good enough. I wasn't talented, I wasn't extremely pretty, or smart, or anything worth being proud of myself for. I was just average. Maybe even below average.
But I'm starting to become more confident. I can say that I find myself okay now. I'm not extremely smart, but I'm not dumb. I'm okay looking, not beautiful, but not ugly. And I'm okay with being single. I really am.