Silence isn't so golden...
It's been a month since I've found myself in my journal. It has not been a good month. It's been a lonely, quiet empty month that's been eating away at my insides without any regards to what it munches down on. I'm, overtly tired when I need to be awake....I'm quite awake when I need to be tired. I'm lost on who's a real friend vs who's not...cause just because someone doesn't talk to you does not mean that they don't care. They just don't have the time. It's still upsetting....and I hate being in this almost Eeyore-like state....it drives people away. Plus it's not like I'm that interesting to begin with unless I go off on a tangent of imagination. I don't think I get me anymore...
Jacob
Jacob