Another day in my own prison
I feel like running away from everything and disappearing off the face of the earth.
Nothing is what it seems anymore. I try so hard to be happy and then I think to myself, why am I trying? Maybe I should just let things flow. I don't even know what I want anymore. Goals or feelings. Though I am still pulling myself back on my feet, I still keep falling. What is the meaning of this? Oh well no time to finish this rambling. I need to get some sleep for work tomorrow. Plus I don't think anyone would read this bullshit anyway...................