DAYS SUCH AS THIS ARE NOT THE ONES I ENJOY BEING ALONE DOING NOTHING. I’VE GOT TO MAKE IT MORE CLEAR TO BE PEOPLE WHEN I THINK THEY’RE PUSHING ME AROUND OR WALKING OVER ME. IT’S NOT COOL. I HAVE TO ASK MYSELF, IS THIS WORTH IT? DO I NEED TO BE FRIENDS WITH THIS PERSON THAT BADLY? NOT SURE. FEELS LIKE I’M LOW IN THE FRIEND DEPARTMENT, OR AT LEAST PEOPLE WHO ARE WILLING TO CALL UP AND HANG OUT. GRANTED, IT’S MY AGE, AND SLOW PROGRESSION OF MY OWN LIFE, BUT, IT’S STILL ANNOYING AND DEPRESSING. I TRY NOT LET IT GET TO ME TOO MUCH, JUST SOME DOES, IT’S A BIT MUCH. BUT, IT’S THE SAME STUFF PEOPLE DEAL WITH, I THINK. IT’S HARD GETTING HELP ON YOUR OWN.