My friend in a time of need
This is like my phone call to that old best friend that I left behind but still care about. This is like my talk with my teddybear that I sleep with every night. This is like the talk with my dog who just sits there and wags his tail.
To whom it may concern:
I don't know how to deal with my problems on my own. I decided I can either be happy with what I have, or pine for more. I chose the latter. I am unsure of how to be happy with what I have. There's a constant reminder of what I don't have, what I could have, and what I think I will never have. I've numerously seen people say that sometimes, it needs to be all about yourself. My journal is all about me. This is the small thanks I get after helping everyone else out. This is where my problems sit, unfinished and unresolved, but a little bit better, just because I could tell someone. This is my informal way of covering my face with a pillow and screaming into it. We all just need a little bit of TLC from ourselves. But now I need it from someone else.
Can't you save me?
To whom it may concern:
I don't know how to deal with my problems on my own. I decided I can either be happy with what I have, or pine for more. I chose the latter. I am unsure of how to be happy with what I have. There's a constant reminder of what I don't have, what I could have, and what I think I will never have. I've numerously seen people say that sometimes, it needs to be all about yourself. My journal is all about me. This is the small thanks I get after helping everyone else out. This is where my problems sit, unfinished and unresolved, but a little bit better, just because I could tell someone. This is my informal way of covering my face with a pillow and screaming into it. We all just need a little bit of TLC from ourselves. But now I need it from someone else.
Can't you save me?