No One

No One To Talk To ... No One to Hold Me ... Guess Im going back to myself Being the old me... Depressed, Scared, and Salty With No one here to comfort me... Talkinq to my mom is like talking to Ursula Restless, despite, and careless drama.. Little sisters wont understand havinq them around watching me cry they still put hot bricks in my hands.. No girlfriends around to cry dramatically to.. watch movies, be distructable, drink cocoa or have a girls night with ... Maybe because their all busy not knowing i exsist... So now i turn to my computer typing up a little diary hopinq it can feel what im feelinq.. Depressed scared and now suicidal because i cant qo around to no one with out them being so judgemental .... Until someone hear my cry to my computer .. Dear diary.. I will continue to type..