I wonder
I wonder why everything I touch turns to crap? First of all, I want to say sorry to anyone who has been reading my journal and read nothing but sadness. That is all I feel right now. I am even nervous about typing what I want to for fear that the person will see, if that were to happen I would not be able to live with myself. It just seems to me that whenever I start to get close to someone, something happens and they get taken away from me, forever. Is it so bad to want friends? I think I am a nice guy, why doesn't anyone want me? Some times all I want to do is get away from this place, far away. When I think of places to go, none seem far enough because the memories will still exist. I feel like I just need to cry and let it all out. I thought this week was going to be great with my mom being gone but it has turned out to be one of the worst weeks of my life. I feel like I do not belong.