Venting

Honestly, I believe I have a pretty good life. I've said this before, but I'm going to say it again. I love my animals and I love how I always have them by my side. When I'm upset, they're there for me. If I'm happy, they sense it and are happy as well.... but When I'm lonely and I feel like nobody understands, I tend to push them away. I lost April a while ago. For my birthday, my friend gave me a cute little orange kitten that I named Balthazar, after the angel in Supernatural. He has been a great addition to the family. and lately, Supernatural has been a great escape. I have been feeling low lately. I have been feeling needy and helpless. I  really love my family and my friends and my dogs but I honestly feel like crap. I feel like nobody will ever understand me. I know that I'm most likely talking to myself, but it does help me feel better to get this out in the open. I have lost many friends that I hoped I never would. I feel as though I am not anyone special and that if I went missing or died... well I honestly feel as though nobody would really miss me. I know, I know, I'm complaining a lot more than I should. I have no reason to be complaining. Still, I find myself doing that a lot. It's not good and it's annoying. Thanks for reading this (If anyone does)