I hate my life.

I hate my life. I hate my school. I hate my parents. I loathe life. I’m sad. Why... I’m not sure. I should be happy. I have straight A’s in all of my classes, I just watched my favorite sit-com, and I finally finished my project after procrastination. So why am I so damn upset? It doesn’t make any sense now. Maybe it has to do with it being Valentine’s Day and no one gave me a backwards glance. Maybe it’s because no one sits within three seats of me at lunch. Maybe it’s the terrible weather always hanging about my head. Or all of them. I can’t even be sure. It was easier in elementary school to deal with this. Why do I need anyone? My Barbie friends were always enough to satisfy me. Even back then no one liked me. I always wondered why, but then my Barbie would call me back.
But now it’s harder. I can’t bring my Barbies; else an adult will take them away. I already lost Vanessa here. Sure I got her back later, but still. It was hard to go the lunch- and the rest of the day- without a Barbie. I can’t even bring a yo-yo to lunch. I’m always so god-damned lonely. It’s like a bug; every time you think you can live without… human friends, it bites me and brings me back to reality.
That’s why I’m thinking of becoming a novelist. I’ll barely ever have to communicate with anyone. I’ll become Lillian Amsterbob, my pen-name for everything, instead of boring, stupid Day (my name). I’ll become famous and I’ll be king of the hill. No- Lillian will be. Me? I’ll just be plain old, boring, Day. The one who no one sits by during lunch.