I hate pity, and I hate feeling alone. I've been sitting here writing an entry that I can never post because it's too personal, and too hurtful towards friends.

Who are my friends? I talk to a lot of people, but I wouldn't call them all my friends. Maybe it's the fact that I'm sitting alone at my computer, in the semi-darkness after writing an entry that made me cry. Not with sadness, but anger, anger that there's nothing I can do to change certain situations. No matter how funny I try to make myself be to others, I know that, for days, I'm going to be thinking to myself "How dare you, you don't know what it's like." I don't want to think that. I want something more.

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