leave out all the rest

lonely.
I feel so incredibly lonely. I wish I had someone to talk to.
No, nothing's happened to bring this on. Other than perhaps beginning to read Midnight Sun. Twilight is my favorite series of books, and yet they always depress me because I know I'll never be accepted that way.
I find myself wishing to tell all to someone, despite the fact that I keep my secret's like a dragon guards treasure.
Who am I kidding? Anyone in the right mind would put distance between me and them if they knew everything about me. Ether from revulsion(thoroughly understandable. Harsh. But understandable) or from not wanting to be caught up in someone who is such a mess (Still understandable. Not quite as harsh.) I can't tell you.
Sometime I think I'm easily trusting, now that I think about it...I'm not. Trusting people would spill all. Look at me. A bundle of secrets. I hate me.
I hate getting upset over stupid things. I hate the fact that the last time I cried as a mere few months ago.
stepheniefuckingmeyerihateyouformakingmerememberhowemptymylifeis.
bitch.