in good company
i want someone for my foxhole. i feel like my life isn't going to amount to anything. i am one little pea sized speck on the earth. my supposed career goal is to help enrich other people's lives. but what is the point of enriching what will cease to exsist? i'm one of those people who kinda pushes things down until it becomes too much and then i get low for a few days. i push my own feelings down and soak up the bad feelings from others around me. and then push those down so i can help other people even more. and then i get so low that i can't even help others because i'm trying to dig myself out of this hole i've dug myself into. i cant even make words come anymore. i hate this.