It seems that I am becoming increasingly dissatisfied with my life...I know I have no right to complain; I have a warm place to sleep, food, a family, a country that isn't trying to kill me...well, that we know of...it's like I walk through life in a daze, doing the things I'm supposed to do but I hate all of it...I remember this summer, when everything seemed to be going great; I was surrounded by people who loved me, who wanted me there with them...now it's just "You're interrupting our alone time Dana" "Go away Dana, you've had too much sugar and you're annoying me" "Dana, don't you have something else to do?" Two of my v. best friends are dating each other and don't want me around any more, one is moving home, and the other is always busy with something or other...I float from place to place, looking for someone to love me and for me to love and am reminded again and again that no one wants me here...They mock my decisions, my passions, my quirks, leading me to question who I am...yes, I am having an identity crisis...unfortunately there is no support network here to help me through it...before now, I have always done what my parents told me to do, what my friends expected of me, and now I am faced with deciding who I am as an individual and I am so scared that I become so tense I cannot sleep...so now my friend Emily has given me some melatonin and Tylenol PM to help me conquer this problem and I sleep 13 hours a day...I feel like a rubber ball, bouncing back and forth, back and forth, from joyously happy one minute to desperately depressed the next...All I want is a hug from someone who loves me, but to everyone here I am nothing but a bother, someone to get rid of as quickly as possible and it is unimportant if I am hurt in the process...I sit here, alone, tired, wondering if I am going crazy, griping to people who have heard it all before and have their own problems and don't want to be bothered anymore either...I feel like I'm a pain in the ass to everyone I talk to, something to be endured until I am gone and they can get back to their own lives...I guess I'm just lonely, and I hope that this weekend will solve some of this...but I just don't know...it goes away and it comes back, and you can say it's just life, it's just being a teenager, but why does it have to hurt so bad?