A lot of people assume I’m broken beyond repair. They see how negative and pessimistic I am and they often try to fix me. At least Hilda does. She says I’m always cynical but it’s not like I chose to be that way. It’s out of my control.
Friends ask me to cheer up like it’s easy. Like all I have to do is click on a button that’ll make everything bad go away and make me all happy and cheerful. I know being the way I am gets on people’s nerves sometimes. I’ve lost a lot of friends because of that. It sucks that I automatically push people away before giving them a chance. Then again, maybe I’m not meant to have friends.
School is almost over, and I have to start looking for universities and decide what I’d want to major in. There’s a lot of options right now. Graphic Design. Photography. Psychology. I have no fucking idea.
Felix Eberstark 