I’m Not Happy

There are people who, no matter what you do, no matter how much effort you exert just to make them happy, don’t know how to appreciate the little things around them. And the problem with me is I find it hard to tell them how I really feel since I have this kind of sickness: pride. I don’t want my ego to be bruised and once I admit it to them, then it’s a white flag that I’m waving.

I’ve been having mood swings lately though my monthly visitor just dropped by a week ago or so. >_< I get upset and sad easily and I don't know why. Even just the smallest things like "What a lame joke" as what my classmate told me made me upset. I'm crazy, obnoxious and an attention-seeker. I have to stop this because I feel like I'm behaving like Tricia of PBB Teen Clash 2010, though I don't tell anyone how I feel. As what I discovered recently, Tricia has this Histrionic personality and she annoys all of her house mates. Not a single soul likes her in the house, but they're trying to help her. It's hard to keep your face straight and not to show that you're unhappy. It's my birthday tomorrow - oh, it's a few minutes from now as I make this post - and I'm supposed to be happy, but I'm not. It's been like this since June 1. June isn't really a month for me.