I feel like flying

Denise is my name. People think that I’m nothing special, just weird – but they don’t know me. Nobody knows me. I don’t have any friends, because I don’t believe in them.
Dictionary says that your friend is a person you know well and regard with affection and trust. But I don’t want to know nobody, people are losers. I feel like I’m the only one able to understand myself. Well not always… Sometimes I don’t know what’s happening in my brain and I start doing strange things. Anyway… This is my diary. He’s the only one that can be trusted.