She gets so sick of crying.

I can't write what I want to write in this journal, because it would hurt people, or just...confuse them...and they'd want to know what it means, or be offended...

And honestly, its stupid that I even try to keep this up when I rarely say the things that i really want to. Because I am afraid.

...I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of worrying about other peoples feelings. I'm sick of never writing what I want to write on my stupid blog.

I'm sick of my hair being curly, and the world being a mess, and my family being crazy.

And that I don't say what I want to.

And so, I hate it...its so frustrating.