Another journal entry...

Here's another journal entry. Sometimes I ask myself why I write down my journal here for everyone to see. And sometimes I wonder if do they even make an attempt to read it or maybe make some comments. Well, I guess it's just not worth wasting the time. I think I should say that I'm already used to this; being ignored. I don't know what they see in me for them not to show interest. I have been treated this way even as a child and it has stuck with me. Some people would say, I always pull myself down. I think I'm just expressing myself; just reaching out and wanted to be heard. But still nobody seems to hear my scream. All I've ever wanted to have a friend but none of them seem to be there to hang around. Yes, friends come and go but for me they just simply disappear as if they have never existed. I don't even know if somebody even know if I'm already dead. I don't even get a simple hello. This has always been what I feel. I just needed somebody to listen but most just don't take time to listen. I wanted to connect to somebody but they just don't give me a chance. What you look like in the outside is always what matters especially in this lifestyle. I may be wrong but this is what I see and hear. They don't have to tell me. Action speaks louder than words. You'll know if a person is interested or not to be your friend. Now I feel like everything is too late. I think is too late. It is too late.