I dont wanna take what you can give
Wow, how many years has it been since i have been on this?
So much has changed in my life, i have watched myself go from a strugling highschool student to a somewhat successful young adult, its really crazy sitting in my office thinking of life. Would I ever expected to be where im at now? how different have I become?
Its still sort of boggling my mind that when I return here its really the only place I feel safe, no one knows about this and no one cares, yet my memories are still preserved untouched from the moment they where laid down....
It feels really strange writing in this, as if I had stolen someones password and am hacking their account, like the person who made this is not me, same insecurities possibly, but not me.
The Will from then and the Will from now share one thing though, I still want someone to take me away, I feel so flat and wasted, able to count the moments I truly felt alive on one hand. Yet as I think back there must have been so many more my memory is just classifying as good times as I am slowly rememberying more...I guess I have had many times I felt alive, but the truth is none lately.........someone just take me away
I need to find what im looking for
So much has changed in my life, i have watched myself go from a strugling highschool student to a somewhat successful young adult, its really crazy sitting in my office thinking of life. Would I ever expected to be where im at now? how different have I become?
Its still sort of boggling my mind that when I return here its really the only place I feel safe, no one knows about this and no one cares, yet my memories are still preserved untouched from the moment they where laid down....
It feels really strange writing in this, as if I had stolen someones password and am hacking their account, like the person who made this is not me, same insecurities possibly, but not me.
The Will from then and the Will from now share one thing though, I still want someone to take me away, I feel so flat and wasted, able to count the moments I truly felt alive on one hand. Yet as I think back there must have been so many more my memory is just classifying as good times as I am slowly rememberying more...I guess I have had many times I felt alive, but the truth is none lately.........someone just take me away
I need to find what im looking for