my tears come and go, as does my strength. my frustrations with people who “love” me or have “loved” me will never stop tormenting me. i feel the most alone right now even though i have the most friends i’ve ever had in my life. i’m upset that i’ve wasted time on people that i can’t get back but when i ask for some type of understanding and kind words no one has time.
i guess i could sit in this room and let this eat me alive. that phrase doesnt even make sense. maybe “sit in this room and let this eat me dead” works better.
i’m tired of screaming on my soapbox. i’m tired of trying to form lasting relationships. it’s like all the good was wasted on people who aren’t even here anymore and now i dont have the strength to conjure up anymore.
