My name is Blair Waldorf.
I don't know who I am. I want to find myself everday, searching for my destiny. I want to be brave, I want to be strong, I want to be everything people want to see. Maybe that's the reason I destroy myself. I fall for people, that I can't reach, people, who don't want to be caught. I hate myself. I hate me for loving them. I hate me for being in love. I hate me for being vulnerable.
Vulnerable. That's all I am if I'm around them.
Serena, Nate, my mom, my dad, my clique, my so – called friends ... I wanted to be perfect for them. I wanted to be good enough to be seen with them. But I can't. I can't be more than I am. I can't give more than I have.
So I quit. I quit lying to myself, telling me, that I'm something special. Because I'm not. And every day, realizing how fucked up my life really is, is full of hate and regret.
