No one's going to read this. But I figured what the heck. I'd go for it.

So I'm 13.

So I'm lonely.

And everything I say sounds stupid. I can't find the right words to express how I feel.

And everything loops back around.

(I.E. Because this is happening, it makes that happen, which makes this happen again)

It'd probably be better if people realized that something was wrong. I'm extremely emotionally unstable. But has anyone noticed? Nope.

Everyone's too busy trying to get pity on their problems, I have to go along and no one ever bothers listening to mine. Maybe they really just don't care. Maybe they know, and don't care about my problems.

It's understandable.

To be honest, I'm not even sure what my problems are. I know I have them. This is beyond the capacity of shitty teenage lives and PMS.

Life goes on and it's not going fast. I don't have a best friend. I have friends. But no one truly sacrifices their time to go sit next to me, or stand up for me. My sisters have left me and the only friend I've ever trusted doesn't want any part of me anymore. And I miss him.

I miss a lot of people, some are the same people I knew now, but the people I thought were better.

And every day I walk through the hallways with the same people. The same hallways. I don't want to be there anymore.

And the worst part is, I don't deserve to be sad.