So I find myself staring off into space...
And more questions start to arise than answers. I finally realized that yeah, i'm ok but that doesn't mean i'm still not going batshit insane.
I'm starting to become a shell of who I once was, hiding in the lies that I tell other people. I shaved all my facial hair off and well I didn't get the reaction out of myself that I was hoping I was.....whatever.
I really, really want to start wearing my fedora and duster again, but if I do, I worry that my promise of turning my back to being the shoulder to cry on might just end once and for all.
I'm just really drained, exhausted and all around feelings kind of useless to everyone, useless and certainly not needed.
I just, I want to feel again and not pain or anguish, its getting fucking annoying to bare.
I'm starting to become a shell of who I once was, hiding in the lies that I tell other people. I shaved all my facial hair off and well I didn't get the reaction out of myself that I was hoping I was.....whatever.
I really, really want to start wearing my fedora and duster again, but if I do, I worry that my promise of turning my back to being the shoulder to cry on might just end once and for all.
I'm just really drained, exhausted and all around feelings kind of useless to everyone, useless and certainly not needed.
I just, I want to feel again and not pain or anguish, its getting fucking annoying to bare.