whenever i'm down, i can't call on anybody

Dear Diary.
I just realized I have very few friends here, where I live. To be exact, if you actually want the pathetic number, I have 3. 5 if I count a couple of my colleagues, but I rarely hang out with them. I'm not saying that it is bad to have few friends, but I have very little in common with them. They are not people I can do a lot of things with because they don't like to do the things I do. In addition to the fact that they aren't extremely good friends that I can talk to about anything. I know that I'm complaining here, but I feel down and I don't like it.

what i want is what i want

Dear Diary.
I've found out that I need a boyfriend. Scary, but true. I need a boyfriend because then I'll have a reason to tidy up my bedroom. I'll have someone to lean on when I'm not at my strongest. I'll have someone to push me so that I'll get what I want. Someone to lend me his big sweaters when I'm cold. Just someone to talk to and also yell at. I wish I had that.

whatever makes you happy

Dear Diary.
Now I finally have a fast internet-connection. That feels so good.