build that wall.

Jun 09, 2003 17:55

This is a cry for help.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but it isn't looking good.

I wish he'd call. I wish anybody would call. I just don't want to be here.

I walked to John's Place again. I got there, turned around, and walked back. I don't have any money, I just don't want to be here. There isn't anywhere else to go.

You'd think after 5 years of this they'd have begun to sense when things are going rotten. Instead, they'd just rather make it harder. They know what's in my head right now. They know. But they don't want to take the time to give a shit.

Please, please, please. Why do I always say I don't know what's wrong? Of course I know what's wrong, it's all that's ever wrong. Still, it doesn't make any sense and never has, so maybe that's where the confusion stems.

I don't know what to fucking do. I can't go back up to my room. Haahastari's been so proud of me, I can't let him down. I wish he'd call. I want to get as far away from here as I can.
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