Just venting

[maiden_of_muse]

I wish I had more to say, but all I can write is gibberish.
I could complain about work... but really why?
I could complain about my living situations, but that won't change anything.
I feel numb inside... almost nonexistent.
I hate it when I feel this way.
I will say this...
I have a good heart, but somehow it always hurts me.
Sometimes I wish I were like those I despise.
Cliquish, rude, demanding ... oh yeah, self centered.
Because it seems like these types are the ones that are most accepted.
I wish I had it in me to change, but I cannot.
You cannot make silk out of cotton and I would never try.