i’m not to sure how i got here. i honestly don’t know who i am anymore. i have no friends. i don’t even have one close friend. so where do i turn? where did you all go? …what’s wrong with me?
it seems like such a chore, waking up every morning. i long for a purpose in life. i’m just not happy here. if it were the people or places here, i couldn’t tell you. this midwest town just isn’t for me. but i feel like any other location wouldn’t make a difference. it’s all about the inner struggle, right? well, i’m just empty.
when i think about what i’m thankful for, all i can think of is being alive. that’s enough for now. but i’m going insane. i miss who i was, and i’m scared of who i’ll become if this continues. i don’t like putting up walls, because no one seems to care enough to break them down. but all i have now are my walls.
solid gray walls
i miss my friends. i miss my life. i miss my sanity. and that’s all there really is to it.