This is me that was created.

As a young child I always got out of trouble in a simple and cute manner. I just made friends. It was not so hard then. I just walked up to a random kid and asked about their name and from that moment everything was fine. I didn't care what people thought or how they seen me. Perhaps all that slipped away when I moved to England however I shouldn't have let it go since that could have spared me many tears.Now it's as if I didn't exist. I walk uptown and no matter how much I try to look good people seem to not care. I wonder, what is the actual point of me trying to look good when all I get is a complement from my mum and sometimes not even that. I need to grab the bull by its horns and be in charge of my own life. However how do you do that when you are afraid to speak to anyone. Even a church confession became terrifying. Although in my head I have that vision of me that I would want to be but there is that huge wall that I could never destroy. I have created an insecure shy and antisocial me that I would want to get rid of right away! I have a couple of friends that are good to have a laugh with and I appreciate what I have even though I did want more. Maybe a best friend that I could talk to about everything and nothing. I had a best friend before but she ditched me for her boyfriend. Its upsetting but I am actually better off without her.Today Im going back to school and with that I started a new blog so I could write my daily dilemmas on to something. I had a diary but it just doesn't seem enough anymore. Well fingers crossed today will be pleasant.