I would love to be dramatic and say it's the END OF MY LIFE, but it's not. It just feels like it. I don't understand what happen....I don't understand how everyone I've ever loved can turn so dead and gone. I need lifetime therapy. I don't see how I'm going to get through this on my own. I can't talk to anyone. Everyone is self absorbed in their own problems...it doesn't matter anyways, because I wouldn't complain to them. It's too hard to talk about, and I don't trust anyone. I stay within myself and never open up to anyone. It's just sometimes I need someone to ask me if I'm OKAY...and really truly care. My parents getting a divorce is leading me to a mental institution. I don't want get out of bed anymore. I hate everything I see. I don't believe in anything and that includes love. I'm tired of always feeling so indifferent and alone. I feel paralyzed, and starring at a white wall for hours seems better than what I see moving. I hate when people complain about the stupidest things...they could never survive a day in my life. It seems like I've been through it all. I'm just glad I can hide it.