I didn’t know what to write about today. I thought I would write about how I was feeling but I don’t want to. It’s getting old, to me and other people. It’s the whole I work at Wal-Mart and live at home. I act meek and weird so I don’t get jobs off my interviews. There are no love interest in my life. When I tell people I have something to tell them, they say OMG are you going on a date. The shame. Not to mention I am really bitter about something that I am involved in, and I don’t know how to get past it. For weeks it has been resurfacing.