words and one pickture

[memo83]

i feel like such a flop.

everything i do is just another
cry out for attention....
why do i need so much anyways?
the amount of warmth and caring
that surrounds me should be enough.
but its not.

why is that?
why cant i accept being alone?
is it so hard to be in my room
for 15 minutes without calling someone
up or wondering what someone is up to?

kind of sucks when its all in your head.

"we're all born alone and we die that way too...."
what kind of philosophy is that?
i may be stubbourn and a prick....
but i am not a hermit.

i cant stand to be alone.