Dear Diary,
Sometimes i feel so lonely, like no one around me wants to recognize my thoughts, feelings, or words. . Some days i try and shout to be heard, yet they look at me with disgust, like i must keep all the things that make me inside. I wonder how long its been since i noticed that people really dont care unless its of interest to them. Some how i keep this hope, not from them and not to find another who will accept me, but i dream and hope for the me that will one day get rid of this loneliness and self loathing.