Dimentico

I'm young, let's put it that way, young enough that if you actually knew my name, you'd probably scoff at everything that I write. I have friends and family, all of whom I love, but I still haven't gotten rid of that habit of not telling people things. I never thought I'd write like this, on the internet, where people could read my life and my thoughts and the things that happen to me, but here I am. I realize how horrible this is: I can't tell the people closest to me how much I hurt or what I think or what I need, but I can tell complete strangers. And don't think I'm all about depression: I have a wonderful life. I just need to vent to someone, anyone, and maybe then I'll be able to say what I can't.