Sometimes,I feel like a stick.

Sticks aren't perfect,and they're usually thrown around for a dog to go fetch them.

They can be easily breakable,or difficult to.

They're just useless pieces of wood that broke off the original tree.

I also sometimes feel like a dead plant.

Gone and moved on from the world,withered up.

Worthless.

... I don't really know why I have a lot of thoughts of this type of thing.

I don't think I'm depressed,but my mom asking me if I was,when she's a licensed therapist,isn't really helping.

I think I have a problem though.

I don't know if I have energy to fix it though.

Since I'm lazy. Or something.

I don't know what I am.

But I'm definitely not normal.

I don't feel normal.

I want to be someone else. Mainly a guy. Any type of guy that has a better life and personality than me.

I feel like people are lying when they say they like me,even if I have no real proof of this.

...even my own vent sounds confusing to myself.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I'm tired.

I'm going to do something else to avoid crying when my parents and godparents are in the room next to me.

Just need to distract myself a little.

Maybe blow off steam.

Who knows.

At this point I'm just being confusing. Sorry.