Who should I write for?

Dear Diary,

I haven’t explicitly told you anything lately. Although I have been writing to you for over 3 years now, but I seldom dedicate a post to you.

I am sitting right now on my couch, watching the snow fall. Each flake is like a little piece of tissue paper dancing in the sky. I look at those flakes and I wish I was one of them. The wind blowing me around, and letting me dance in all directions. Isn’t that a great life? Dancing before I fall?

It’s now 6:02 pm. How do I feel? Same as I felt yesterday and the day before. Nothing has changed, and I doubt anything will. I know, I have been complaining about it a lot lately, but what am I to do? I got nothing else to talk about. Boredom, low self esteem, loneliness has clouded my life.

I have to keep telling my self that this site is mine, and I write for my self. Not an audience. I just allowed comments, but people lately have taken it too far. If they feel they get pleasure from doing so, so more power to them. Because I got tired of it all. Really tired.

Now, at 6:12 pm I got an unknown phone call to my self phone. I kept saying hello hello for about 5 or 6 seconds. Then they hung up. I was like fine. Whoever it was knew my number, and called to check if I answered. Fine. Maybe I shouldn’t answer my phone at all. Maybe I should change my number and only use it for.. for.. I don’t know what for.

I don’t know, maybe I should start a new plan tomorrow. Because my current life, my current plans, my hopes and dreams are all dead now. Time to revive a new plan.

Sorry diary I don’t talk to you much, but what am I to do. I just keep assuming I am talking to you, but everyone else seems to answer me instead.

Blah Blah, Random Thoughts