And I cried about that today.
I was carrying a PC monitor downstairs, and slipped and slid 4 steps. I got a small carpet burn on the small of my back. I was fine, but my mom made me lay down on my stomach and she put an ice pack on it. That was the last straw, I guess. I faced the wall, and tears streamed down my face. I feel like alot of people don't like me anymore, for some strange reason. I feel like someone is turning these people against me, including one of my best friends. I'm still alone. I've been alone for so long. Sure, I have friends, but I want a boyfriend. I want to hold someone's hand, kiss his lips. Hug, cuddle. Someone new. Someone I've never met before. Someone who doesn't come from this crazy and mixed up school.
I feel like I'm becoming someone who's anti-social, someone no one wants to be friends with. And that scares me. In 8th grade, I was that someone, I only had one or two friends, and I read. Alot. I'm scared of losing my individuality. I'm scared of being played with again.
I think I deserve someone. I don't know. I can be mean at times. But think of all those mean people who do have someone. I'm usually nice. Why can't I find the one I want? I'm not being picky. I just haven't met him yet.

