No one at all.
I randomly post on here thinking that maybe...somewhere...someone is reading what I typed...but they aren't. No one is reading this and no one really cares what's new in my life.
I'm bipolar and right now I'm down....
I moved all the way across the country with my husband and raised my daughter for her first two years. I had only one friend. She was a cunt. I don't know why I allow myself to befriend such poisonous people. It seems as though no one wants friendship anymore just for the sake of friendship. She was after free stuff and money. She trashed my home and ruined a lot of my daughter's possessions. The worst part of it all? She has already bred. She's got two asshole sons who are worse than she is. They destroy everything they come into contact with and are just a disease among humanity. Why are they like this? They are like this because they are the spawn of a spoiled, selfish, greedy, arrogant, backstabbing whore.
Ok, enough of that mini rant...
I'm here right now because the only real friend I have is the internet. I may as well just be typing in a note pad document and save it to my desktop...I'd get the same amount of views either way....
The internet is my only friend. I don't have a best friend. I don't even have a regular friend. No one wants to spend time with me because the only people I know are too busy to come see me or make time for me. I had several people act excited that I was returning home. I thought that I would have real friends. I thought that at least one person would want to spend time with me.
I was wrong.
I want someone to talk to...laugh with...watch TV, play games...go to the movies...craft with! I want someone to enjoy my company and I theirs. I want to feel like more people in the world care about me. Sure, I have a husband and a daughter...but is that all their is? Am I to have no real friends?
It seems as though the only friends I attract are those greedy bastards who hope they can get something out of me. Now that I've moved back and we are still trying to get on our feet no on wants to make time for me. I guarantee you though...once we get a steady income my "friends" will be lining up for miles.
Anyway, dear friend the internet, you seem to always be here for me. I only wish I could say that about a person.
