Mrr.

[little_xaia]

I'm angry. I find no solace.

I'm alone. Therefore I am lonely.

I'm hungry but don't wish to eat.

I'm scared.

My heart has an ache in it and there's nothing I can do. It's exhaustion. I'm sick of being here. Here as a figuritive term. The state I'm in.

The shit that gets me down, shouldn't. It shouldn't even exist. When looking from the 'start' of my life, mid-07, it's been a shitstop short of perfect from the get-go.

I would rant about my job, but I just can't bring myself to. I've been in tears for the last two hours, trying to accomplish a task that's impossible to do in short time, distracted time, and/or manning a store by yourself. Sorry motherfucker. It isn't happening.

It happens once in a while. I just freak out, apparently for no reason, and everything on my shoulders, little as it may seem to someone else, snaps my back in half.

I can't take it, and I'm alone, so there's no one to turn around and run to. I'm too stubborn and proud to bring myself, crying, to anyone's feet.

I want to be able to just relax, and I can't.