Ain't it funny when people start to act differently when you're around other people? I sometimes feel invisible. I sometimes feel that I'm constantly picked on like a child in middle school. I thought those days were over. When I speak, no one listens to me. When I cry, no one comforts me. When I'm in a bad mood, people ignore me. I'm really sick and tired of being treated the way that I am treated, for no reason at all. It makes me wonder who my real friends are. It makes me wonder what it is that is wrong with me. I don't understand.
John is working today, all day. I wish I could have him here to talk to him. I just need someone to talk to. That is all I'm asking for. I just want to take all my troubles to the beach and relax and read a book, but the weather outside is dark and gloomy. Maybe I can take a walk somewhere. Clear my head. Rearrange these thoughts.