I don’t have any friends. I have one, maybe. I thought for a while that I didn’t mind. I made myself believe that I was ment to be alone. I watch everyone I went to highschool with pass over me. They’ve made memories and continue to make them while I sit in room that I can’t even call my own, and hope that they might call out to me. I want my life to be overflowing with memories and laughter, and maybe some tears too. I want love and affection, and too look back at my life without doubt in my heart. I don’t want to see the sad girl who contemplated her own death, and sat in her own pool of misery. I keep waiting for my life to begin, when its already started. Years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, wasted because I’ve lost my grip on the steering wheel of my own life. Please God, give me the strength to grab a hold of myself once again and to quit living my life like tomorrow will never come.