The "see me, please" blog

Yes, make no mistake about it. This blog is purely written for the sole purpose of me craving attention. So I made up an invisible friend for this, I call him Dave. I don't know why, but he just is a Dave:

"So how are you doing, Nanna?"
- "You want an honest answer?"
"Yes please."
- "I feel like shit."
"How come?"
- "Well, for one thing I'm too much of a chicken to tell people directly that I need for them to talk to me, instead I write a blog about it."
"Well at least you put it out there. But that can't be all?"
- "No, you're right it's not."
"What else is up?"
- "My life right now is a mess."
"How so?"
- "I live on a couch at my mom's."
"Why not at your dad's?"
- "Well, for one thing he has a whole new family up there. I don't mind them, really I don't, but it's a handful to take in. And then there's the health risk. I have asthmatic bronchitis and they all smoke up there. Everyone. Seriously. Indoors, outdoors, always."
"That is quite the bother."
- "Yes, thank you for realizing that!"
"No problem."
- "And well again, I don't mind my brother or mother either but for one thing I'm 21. I need my space. And I don't have any. I don't have a room of my own, and the only one I do sort of have is the living room, which my mom mainly hogs."
"So why not go to a friend's?"
- "I've been pondering it, but that would require of me to be social."
"Oh okay, what about your current job situation?"
- "There isn't any. Or well I... Oh fuck it, I don't feel like explaining. It'll solve anyway, I know that much."
"That's quite all right. How are you feeling now?"
- "Better. Thanks."
"Anytime :)."
- "Sometimes, you know, I just feel ignored."
"Well, people can't help you out if you don't tell them you need them."
- "True. But once in a while..."
"I know what you mean. You would just wish they'd just understand, suddenly feel your need and then call you or something."
- "Yeah. Exactly. I'm glad I have you Dave."
"Right back at you :)."

I'm lonely.