stared
Stared at this text box for quite a while, thinking of what to write, to cover up my former post. It was the only time in my life when I vented and felt worse than before. It is not the peoples comments that I find bothersome it is just the fact I lost an outlet, maybe even an outlet that I was fantasizing about it working. I am going up stairs, closing my feels, my mouth and my eyes. I am dire need of rest, maybe not under the most appropriate principles, although sleep does create a emptiness, a blank segment to where if you are lucky you shall fall into slumber and not have it shred your dreams. You can hide.