Dear Diary,
Why does everybody expect so much from me?
Why do they pressure me? Why do they want to me to this standard adult girl that has to say this and dress like this and stand like that and don't eat like that and sit like this and speak like this?
And why is it I have to be the one forced into clothing tightening my rib cage and forced to follow standardized orders while my own boyfriend gets to throw on what he wants?
Maybe I am being a negative nancy... I just really hate this.
I'm trying so, so hard to be the best of myself for him... for them.
Is it not good enough? Am I not good enough?
I've changed my appearance, my personality, my old self, is that still not good enough?
Is thus the life adults always said to look forward?
Would my life have been better being under my mother's rule?
...... No. That's bad thinking.
But it sounds so much.... easier.
YOU ARE READING
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