Need someone ):

03/11/2015

I just made a bloop diary account because I need someone to talk to. None of my friends are there for me because they think my problems are "petty," but they just don't understand. I sit here, in this same spot, this same DAMN spot, every single night. By myself. The left side is reserved for me and only me. I'm not very good with words because I usually don't open up to people like this. But it's just time. I've let so much sadness enter my life by keeping my emotions bottled up. But now I'm laying on the hardwood floor next to the dog bowl. My friends all hate me now. It's getting harder and harder to see straight, but for now, if I try, I can manage to do it for a small period of time. I'm just trying to focus on writing this diary so that I can take my mind off of the colors falling down from the lines on the pillows. I keep feeling as though my stuffed animals that I keep around me are dancing in what seems to be a satanic manner. It's almost as if the unicorn stickers on my walls are gradually growing bigger and bigger. They said this would be fun. Please comment and give me something to keep my mind off of these satanic distractions.