Friday, a day of hyperness and good, happy moods. But me I'm in denial. Fridays aren't good. They are the lonely days where you have school and other plans. In my world besides time alone. I have to work deals to be alone. To actually do anything I have to beg. I think I should get a break. But I doubt it. I want to be okay. I'm not that lucky. Every day I let my secrets show before I know it they will know me. Or think they do. I just want to be known or just remembered when I die. I want to feel like if I died this w/e that people would cry and mourn the lost of me. And there would be people at my funeral. It's sad but I want them to like me. If everyone would just observe and listen to me maybe they would know a lost more about me. But they don't care to notice. And I don't care enough to tell them anything to make them understand. I'll just write all of my poems and journal entry and forget all about them. They'll never even try to understand. But I'm the one stuck caring so much. and it's still not worth any of it. I stay alone hopeing someone will save me. And I'd just rather be alone. But no one really cares. And I'm okay with that. I just have to getused to it.--