Depression

I am so alone and no one cares or can tell. I feel like an empty bottle that yet needs to be full. You fill it when we are together talking and when i hear from you. Here i feel so out of place and afraid, but if i am, or could be with you i am not afraid nor out of place. Sonja calls me a crazy depressed psychopath but i don't care, cause well, i guess thats what i am. Here i don't know who i am or why i am here. I have no friends that are really cool and fun. I mean i like hanging out with Sonja because we are sorta the same but not really, i mean the only thing the same is we both love writing. So whats the point of life again? What is the purpose? What are you supposed to do with your life? What is fun and whats not? How do I live my life? Well these questions need answers and life needs a purpose. And who will help me with this? Who knows?
Well now everyone is asking me if i am OK and they probably don't even really care. I feel like i am here, not growing or living, just standing in an opened, empty field where there is nowhere to go and no one to see. The only people who can get in are my Bama friends, who i care so much about. Well heres my empty field where no one goes and no one cares about. Here is my place i am when i am not with THEM, my friends, my family, my lovers. Here is my place all dark and black, where i sleep and walk and dream all back. Here is my palace i call home, all dark and gloomy and all misunderstood. This is where i cry all day, where i think about everything and anyone, where life has no purpose and you are just there to help populate. Not even populate, just live until you die, alone till you cry, all these things so sad and depressing, No One cares!! Oh well this how it must be, for life is a misery and No One cares. This...is my life.
Nobody Cares anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!