No one cares.

Not really anyone cares about me. There are some people in my life that may feign it because they'd feel bad I guess. Maybe that's not fair to say because maybe someone cares. I stopped talking about my problems to anyone online, instead I write them on my blog because I figured pretty much no one cares. 

If anyone asks how I'm doing I'll just say I'm okay. If they really want to know how I'm doing they can open this blog, though I doubt anyone will unless I share it with them and they're bored. I shared my blog once or twice and I wont anymore or mention it to anyone. Unless they're my friend. Though I dont know how to decide whether or not someone is my friend anymore so that will be pretty much no one. 

I notice since yesterday when I stopped talking about my problems to people my stress level plummeted and I've been in a better mood. 

I dont have the skills to socialize effectively. I am boring. I dont have any interests, I just have pass times and I'm too preoccupied with my problems to really communicate with anyone. I may have some interests, but I dont know what to say about them probably because I lost the ability, something is missing in my head. I know I contradicted myself there but sometimes I feel I have no interests anymore.