Sometimes I get angry at myself for not thinking clearly. These ideas are genius but there’s no way of putting them out there. I judge everything & everyone. I expect honesty – get lies. I live in hope for a better future unable to change. I get angry at those that don’t see what I see. I get angry at those that think I’m like the rest of the world but I’m not. I dwell on past friendships I couldn’t cope with or treated them badly. I wish for a man to love me knowing I’m hard work. I envy those that can socialize freely and naturally yet I sit here worrying about making new friends. I battle with my ego on the daily. One minute I want people in my life the next I don’t want anyone but really I don’t want to be lonely. I cry over bullshit. I talk shit – In hope someone will think I’m ‘normal’. I love animals more than people – does that make me weird?. I love writing but I’m lost in the buzz of my thoughts – It’s harder to put on paper. I want to write a book but have no courage. I want to travel but I don’t have money or courage. I seem to want a lot of things & think of everything negative..I wish I could focus on the positive.