Confessions of a middle child
I decided to blog about the things that I'm feeling because I don't have a diary. Honestly, what is the point of writing in a diary if you're not heard when the only thing you ever wanted is to be heard. Am I making any sense? Am I being absurd? To be fucking honest, I'm really fucking exhausted. Pro-tip #1 : If you're a middle child, you might need to find yourself a therapist.