the most frustrating thing that could possibly happen at a time like this is realizing that the only person you can talk to without feeling like a complete retard all of the time was online an hour ago and you completely missed that chance

and then you start to realize that maybe you’re just putting a false sense of hope in that person simply because you don’t talk to them very much and they were sort of there when you’ve needed them before and that worked out just fine right

and then maybe just maybe the only thing they truly understood about you and the only thing they truly shared in common was a lack of understanding from everyone else

and then there’s maybe a few people that understand but it’s gotten to a point that talking to them is completely useless because it reaches no point of things getting better or either person involved bettering the situation for the other

and then maybe fuck everyone else you can do everything you need to on your own but if that’s true why does loneliness exist in the first place and why do i feel the need for someone who i can talk to about anything and they would share similar feelings that i would and for someone who i can actually have a fucking conversation with rather than just fucking repeating the same goddamn fucking things over and over again that were never really worth repeating in the first place

and then you blog about it

fuck everyone.