I just wish I had someone to talk to. I have no friends and my mom is busy. Not like I have anything exciting going on but still. I kind of miss some form of social interaction. I was so manic the other week. I made such big plans to redo my whole room. Ordered things. Started cleaning everything out and moving things and painting the walls. Now I’ve bren depressed and everything is all over the floor. All laid out you can barely see the carpet. My ocd is driving me crazy about how messy it is but my depression is keeping me from cleaning it. It’s like a never ending circle of horribleness. I don’t know what to do. I’m so lost and hopeless. I hate even typing this it’s so depressing.