I admit, I have gotten lonely these past couple of days. Conversations you wish you had with certain people, or wish people would ask you, "Hey, how are you?" for once. Maybe, my standards are higher when it comes to other people.

Every time I look at a group of friends all laughing together, I wonder when that would be me. When would I be able to have a group of friends to laugh with. Maybe I'm just too dull. No one knows.

If I remember, I would write in my journal. Recently, I've made a journal with, "Dear Unrequited lover," or "Dear Mother," with words I wish I could say. For you to understand how I feel. I've done, "Dear (insert whom you'd write to)," and I admit it can be therapeutic.

When I'm not in the best mindset, I tend to write poetry or anything I wanted on paper. It made me feel less lonely. For a little while at least. I am an only child so I've always had to entertain myself.

It's easier to pretend you could be someone else. It's easy to harm yourself and give up or want to scream and shout at people because you're stressed and a total mess. I get that. But, why would you want to be someone else?

Life has given you a chance to live a life you deserve. Everyone has a passion, goal, and a mindset so those negative thoughts in your pretty mind can transfer to paper.

Whenever it seemed like the world, or the people were against me. I would stop, breathe, and write my frustrations out. Yelling and screaming at people won't make you feel any better. Sometimes, it can be nice to talk it out but if there's no chance of that happening, then try writing it out.

I never thought I would become a Journalism major with a minor in Marketing. Mainly, because I used to hate speaking to people. Don't get me wrong, it's not as if I disliked them but I have social anxiety so I feel discomfort in larger groups.

I am trying to overcome that. Also, I was in therapy for a while but since my therapist said I was better so there was no need to continue, I felt like another person was abandoning me. Although, I knew it had to end at some point.

A wave of sadness hit me because I wasn't ready to let another person go. But, I knew I had to. I had to learn to not be so attached to people. By writing those "Dear (insert person/or generalize it)," actually helped me. It helped me feel less lonely and felt like I was gossiping with someone.

Some days, you do need two eyes and a heartbeat to speak with but other days, maybe all you need is a pen and a paper. It can always be relied on.