Friday, October 22, 2010

When you can't think of what to write, start with a sentence. Any sentence.
I am trying to be happy in a world that doesn't make much sense.
I can't seem to get a grip on what I need to do first to make things happen for myself.
I often feel isolated, and the one thing that keeps me close to the few friends I have here is also taking up a lot of time, and causing me some stress.
I'm told I complain a lot, and make the people around me feel like they aren't important.
I'm not sure how I became so horrible to them....
It just makes me feel worse to know the people i care about see me as such a monster...

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