Aug 08, 2006 19:23
"Tell myself, on the ride home.
Getting tired, hating all I've known.
Holding on, like it's all I have.
Count me out, when it's clear that I, find it hard to say.
And you, find it hard to care."
Everyone all of a sudden have become "concerned." This list ranges from family to friends. Some strangers even throw in their opinion. I find myself walking up to talk to people and their first reaction is "ohhh no...what's wrong?" before I utter a word.
I have a wall in my room that is decorated with pictures. I miss 90% of the people displayed.
Last night I was talking to the mall security officer. A guy walked up and asked if I went to Rider. I told him I did and he shook my hand asking how I was and how it felt to be out of high school. Sad part: we walked the stage together and don't know each other's name.
The world is gradually getting larger and smaller at the same time. Larger in a way that i feel there is nothing I can do to get noticed. Smaller in a way that the 6 degrees of separation has been reduced to less than 3.
I give up. Ollie ollie oxen free.