Who am I kidding? Nobody cares that I’m miserable. I keep on hoping that if I act weird and show that I have a problem, that they will care, at least one little bit. But nothing, of course, nothing. It’s always been that way. I am always alone. I don’t bother telling what my problem is because they will never understand. For them, I’m a kid with kiddie problems. I know, i just know.

I am alone in this. Always is and always will be.