I feel there is no one I can talk to. I have pushed most people away because they were not the people I wanted around me- because they did not want me around them. I am a good person. Not one that is kind and all that, but one that is funny, attractive, and smart. I wake up and go to sleep bored of my every day life. I do things to try and switch things up a bit, but nothing is working. Instead of bored I am beginning to feel awfully sad. I can’t help but think of my parents and how they’re not here. I want this dry spell to end; I don’t know how much longer I can keep going at this.

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY