This summer i realized the truth. i don’t have any friends. nobody seems to want to be my friend. Everyone is very distant from me…nobody wants to text me back, nobody wants to talk or hang out with me anymore i am lost in this maze of loneliness. my only friend is a pen and paper to hold my feelings. to cry on and whisper my darkest thoughts. The pen follows me, the paper is the only thing that listens to me, The blade is the only thing that will hug me, and the earbuds are the only things that will talk to me. I am alone in this world, in my home. I attempt to talk to others but it does not seem to work. the objects i mention dilate in my eyes, and the sound of them bring sweet chimes to my ears. maybe i dont need people. every thing i need is inside me, so why bother? Nobody needs me…so i don’t need them either.