I hate when I start to feel this way. Like everything in my life is going wrong and I stress so badly about all of it. It’s almost like I have no desire to be happy when I get in these moods. No, I’m not saying I’m depressed or unhappy all of the time. Most of the time I do truly love my life. I just wish I wouldn’t get so down. And the weirdest part is that I have every right to. I have suffered so much in the past 2 or 3 years and I have always always kept it to myself. Always being the strong girl who can get through anything. But every once in a while I wish people cared a little more about my grandmother passing away than the girl who’s boyfriend just dumped her. At this moment I feel so alone and so down and sad. I just need sleep. And a break. Actually I have no idea what I need. I need somebody to tell me how to react to all the crap I feel. And how to get over it and be happy. I need my mom. I need someone to care that this is my last Christmas at home and someone to try and make me feel special for ONCE. I try so hard to be a good friend but I hardly receive thanks or anything in return. I know this is pathetic and selfish and I have so much to be grateful. I know I shouldn’t be posting this, but everyone needs to wallow in self pity for a while. Tomorrow I will be just fine.