My stupid mini story of my pathetic life

I feel lost. There is nobody I can talk to. I tried turning to my poetry. But what I write won’t make me feel any better. It just tells me “Hey guess what! You wrote down your miserable life for the public to see!” There is nothing I can do. That’s how I feel. That is pretty much the only reason I write down how I feel and post it up on a public site. So people can comment and give me advice or their sympathy. But sometimes they just criticize the fact that what you wrote isn’t very poetic. So that isn’t a very good way to let out how you feel. I tried talking to my friends. Man was that a bad idea or what? They understand my story wrong, and then they go off telling everybody what they understood. Wow, I have such great friends don’t you think. They’re all stupid. Screw them all. I can imagine a gigantic rock falling on top of them right this very second. It will be a lot easier for me anyway. Not having them there for me to attempt to talk to. I only have one wish. And that is to have someone to talk to. Well to tell you the truth. That was my only wish. But I’m so happy. My wish came true. So now my wishes are mostly what everyone else wishes for. Or my wishes are a little more unique. I have an awkward sense in wanting things. But for me, everyone else does. So how my wish came true will now be revealed for the public to see. Oh joy!1

A lot of things were going wrong. So much that it came to the point where I couldn’t hide it anymore. My family started telling me to smile and to lighten up. It came to the point that my sister asked me, “What’s going on. I know something is wrong.” So I just started spilling everything out to her, from the beginning to the end. And ever since that day, I’ve been telling her everything. All of my problems have seemed like little tiny things that well just seem like nothing. My problems aren’t really big. I guess they aren’t that bothersome. All I ever had to do was just talk about them to someone I trust. Now I’m just breezing through life, trying not to laugh at my friends who have problems. Sometimes it can be serious. But when I’m the person they pick as the one they really trust, I’ll do my part and try and make them feel all better. I feel like I’m some little kindergartener putting a Band-Aid on my friend just by writing that. But yah, I’m serious, just talk it out, and you’ll feel fine. I love the magic of the world, and how you never really knew that so many people work the same way. So just let it out, talk to someone, talk to me. That might work. You never know unless you try. And if you’re going to try this with a friend, make sure you are 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000…ECT. Percent sure that you can trust this person. Like does this person tell people your secrets when they get mad at you? If yes, then they defiantly aren’t the right person for the job. If it’s someone who only likes talking about one thing, then you can stick to that subject. If you want you can categorize your friends. Because maybe you have some friends that won’t tell a soul about one thing, but on everything else, you probably will tell her if you want the world to know. But you might have one person for every subject. Like maybe one for school, one for guys, one for games, one for clothes, you never know. So before you rush into your problems, test them first. It worked for me. Maybe it’ll work for you too. You never know. 2