Diaryland

So I am bored. Really bored. And when I am bored I get overwhelmingly sad for some reason. I have no one to talk to, and no one reads my blog, not that that really surprises me. So I went back onto dairyland recently, I haven’t been on in a while; someone joined my old fairytales diaryring. I read her diary. She seems cool. I wish I could write about normal stuff like her. Why do I have to act so weird all the time? Whatever. I guess I should learn to love myself first before I get others to love me. At least that is what anonymous shrink says. I should probably trust him