Nov 16, 2005 19:17
I feel sick... not actually sick... just like crap. I feel disposed of... not important... easily forgotten...
Maybe not but I feel like I'm falling and everything's slipping away. I'm letting go because there's no reason to hold on. I wanna just go away for days and days to reflect on everything... I want everyone to leave me alone... yet I don't want to be alone.
I'm falling into something I never have before...I think I took the wrong path, in the search of change and friendship... but I don't think I've gained anything besides the fact that I'm loosing sight of myself. I don't know who I am or why I'm here. I have no motivation to do anything... I'm too pessimistic to bother, I guess my mom is right, I am negative, but that's only because I've seen what it's really like and it sucks. What could there possibly be to look forward to?
Death is the next step for all of us, what we do in between this step and the next is meaningless