random ramblings on the cusp

Very few people think I'm truly important. (I am currently pushing those people away.)
No one is happy lately.Everyone just wants to quit. We are one sad, slow marching mass. I don't even know where we're all heading.
Most of my friends don't share any of my interests. I'm too much of a coward to do things alone.
Once I start crying it's very hard for me to stop.
I hate being home alone when I'm sad.
In people, in reactions; in all things real: I set myself up for disappointment, constantly.
I'm still surprised when people who have hurt me numerous times do it again- and in the same exact way. Most people would call this insanity.
Most of the time I don't know why I'm really sad or how to make myself feel better, but it's my problem and not yours.
I want people to want to be around me.