amygdala
everyday gets harder and harder to make it through. i can't figure this thing out. i'm getting older...things aren't funny the way they were. i'm bored. and constantly looking for something to give me a thrill, to shake me until i snap out of this. i really wish this wasn't happening. because it kills me. it kills me to sit there blankly and not give a shit about anything. and then go home and feel like i don't matter. and that nothing in my life is significant or important enough to even listen. because that's all i wanted. and you couldn't give me that even though i bend over backwards to be there for you when your lost and need me. i needed you. because like i said in previous entries, i don't know who i am anymore. i don't know what makes me happy. and even worse, what makes me sad. so i am happy. or i am sad. and i don't know how i get there. but both are dissappointments in the end.
edit: i still have a needing problem. i'm flawed.
edit: i still have a needing problem. i'm flawed.