Empty Faces. What Are We Living For.
Okay here I sit, at home, alone, the house is dead silent and I feel like crap on an emotional level. I don't even know why. Just feels likes everything wrong in my life has pretty much condensed into this moment. I've cried off and on since Josh left to go to his buddies, I doubt he even knows anything was wrong. Oddly enough Chris knew though he can't do a damn thing for it. I don't know. I've just been depressed and easily annoyed all day. I even tried taking a nap and couldn't cause of all the crap running through my head. There are days I wish I could just get away from everything and be someone else for a short while, this is one of them. But I tried that once, didn't work, the shot followed me. I don't plan to commit sucicde, but is it bad when that appears to be the only option to true happiness, or at least an end to the misery? I'll likely be over it by tomorrow. I always am. By the time anyone sees me I'll be the same old happy person I always am. Like my favorite song says. The Show Must Go On.