Stupidity

Me. I am the epitome of it.

How do you give up when there is so much to do?

It's so close I can taste it

Please, God, don't let the phone ring.






It's weird to be lonely when there are people around.






Music is the only thing keeping me together. This sad old house and all it memories are screaming at me. I can drown them out no longer. I need to get out of here, now.

Desperation is licking it's chops tonight.






I am tired of hiding me. I wish I was able to be outside who I am on the inside. Because all of this, the way that most people know me, is not me. I want to see what kind of people I'd meet, how much more content I would be with life. If I could only be myself. I'm just afraid that I won't meet anyone here that can understand that, or me. I do not feel
comfortable around any person I know. Except maybe 1 person. But that's because I don't know them well enough.






So frustrated!!! How do I get out of this?