From Bad to Good

I am depressed.
Not literally depressed.
Not medically depressed.
I don't need drugs, really.
It's the overly used hyperbole.
The kind that denotes deep sadness.
The kind that I'm feeling right now.
I am sad because:
A) I haven't made new friends.
B) I already wrote this blog once but I erased it by accident.
This is not good.
It makes me feel not good.
I guess that was redundant.
I guess it was dumb to say.
I just want to meet someone well.
Or is it good?
Personally, I'm starting to think its neither.
I meant 'to become close'.
Closer than cream cheese and bagels
Or grilled cheese and bread.
I don't like grilled cheese.
Kind of awkward.
Very.
I guess being as close as the things in the similes isn't good either.
But heck,
(Yes heck not hell. I'm reforming my language. Even though hell isn't a bad word.)
I was exaggerating.
Exaggerating is good.
It makes for good stories.
I'm good with exaggerating.
Whatever.
I'm still sad.
Well not so much anymore.
Blogging is good.
This is good.
Very good.