I was just browsing through blogs (beer and blogs on a Friday night... I know, I'm wild and crazy!) and read this. I'm pretty sure it's from a young'ish (like, 13) year old girl:

"hey i dint do much this weekend borig boring boring as usual. oh well school is getting so hard i am trying so hard. Trying not to disappoint anyone. Just doing the best i can. Trying to do everything for everyone. Thought about my mom and how much she doesnt care about me any more. I am getting sick of it. Sick of crying at night sick of trying to pretend to be happy when my friends tell me they did this and that with their mom this weekend. When truthfully i am jealous and i want to cry about how unfair it is. The fact that i know no one wants to hear me cry about it. but i am trying i am hangin on....so when i grow up.if my mom hasnt killed herself yet........i can rub it in her face how well i am doing............."

You can't fake that kind of stuff, you know? I'm probably the only one who didn't have an angst filled teenage-hood, I guess.