I always forget and say have a good day br br I am friendly br with people I just met br and don't know br and they think that is strange. br br I offer sympathy br but understand that I don't really br understand the awfulness br I sometimes hear. br br I confess br I do not really like most of people here br they act weird. br br I am the most colossal case of mistaken identify br and no one seems to see me br or understand me br and I can't tell them br who I am; br I am not sure myself. br br I am only sure br I not who they think I am. br br I can be in a crowd and suddenly feel sick br when I realize br no one knows I'm there. br I look at others- br especially the talkative ones- br and feel jealous. br br I am prettier when I smile- br that what they tell me. br br I like this boy br he likes me br but he doesn't act like it. br br Sometimes everyone knows br what they are doing br but me. br br But I don't like what they are doing. br I don't like it here. br It is cold. br Ok. br Goodbye. br br Thanks Mom for listening.