I think it's funny how people will say they are my friends, but won’t, no matter what I say, wont show it; or prove it to me. I know that that is kind of selfish, but I need reassurance every now and then. I find it so discussing how people act, when I'm mad, they just making it fucking worse. I tell them not to talk to me or touch me when I'm mad, but they do anyway. I find it funny that no matter how many times I tell them to leave me alone, they still fallow and try to cheer me up. When I'm mad I want my fucking space! I fucking need distance! I can't be around the people that make me mad half the time. I don't understand why it always comes to this, but I guess it's because I really don’t have any friends. And you know, I try and tell myself that I do, but that’s just not true. How could it? All the time I hear about my "friends" having so much fun with out me, and I have to think that its because I'm really not wanted. I have never really had any friends and I guess this is just a way for god to tell me that I will never have any.