sunday morning rain is falling
I feel like im alone in this little room, constantly just here, listening to fighting and cheating and things Im not supposed to hear. I dont complain, I dont yell, I dont fight. I just sit here in my little room, and vent to myself. Myself is my psychiatrist. I am the person who gets me through each day. I dont like jealousy, I dont like hatred, I dont like drama... I stay away from things that could possibly get me involved with anything anymore. I can't take this little place I have put myself in. I need my old life back, the one where there weren't so many problems, there weren't so many things to worry about. When I could be happy and live my world outside of this little room, the place I am beginning to despise more and more each day. It represents everything Im not about, and everything I wish I could have back, but never will. I want this, I want that, but I'll be okay without them. Ill be okay without anyone. I will be okay with me, myself... because that is all I need right now, and thats all I have right now.