The kids at school ignores me.
No one ever bothers to be friends with me.
Unlike emily.
I saw her with nearly the whole school following her.
I wish I can be more like her,
but yet ...

life is so unfair.

if I had been born into this super rich family,
and had a face like an angel;
a figure like a devil;
had this ultra cool personality;
then maybe they won't hate me so much..

But all I am is..

Plain Ginger --
The girl with no personality.

SICK AND TIRED
of this whole poplurality buinsess.
Once thought that I belongs.
Truth prove otherwise.
I had tried so hard.

Being Me, for who I am
Sucks.

My First Entry

Everyone has untold fears. One of the greatest fears I have is "not knowing". I can't stand the mystery of where my life is heading. I hate the unknown and the ambiguous. I feel helpless over my lack of control.

My self esteem plummets when I am around people because I am unsure of what others are thinking. I am scared to know the answers I always ask myself.

How am I affecting them?
Am I irritating or troublesome?
Am I good enough?
Can I meet their expectations?

Why me, when there are a lot more people who are better than I am?Living in a society of communities, I know I must improve my social skills and learn to live with people. But I had chose to put this paper bag over my face, in hope that no one can see the emotions on my face. I don't want them to see my vulnerability.

Ginger