Aug 22, 2006 00:35
Now I'm hoping that this is just the lack of sleep and long day talking, but sometimes, I really feel completely empty inside. I think now is one of those moments.
Sometimes I ask myself what really makes me happy in life. I'm not sure what the answer IS, but the answer certainly ISN'T people.
It's that age old lesson that I've already been hit with a million and five times: You can't count on anyone but yourself.
Maybe I should just fucking learn it already.
I'm sick of friends who don't bother to call me for months at a time. I'm sick of people who can't spare a minute out of their busy lives. I'm sick of backstabbing traitors. I'm sick of people who obviously don't give a fuck if I take another breath or not.
So whatever. Live your oh-so-happy-fucking-lives. At the rate of things, I really doubt I'm going to want to be in them for too much longer.
I feel the disillusionment setting in and I'm just not going to be the only one trying anymore. Now that I've completely smeared my mascara off, maybe I'll finally find peace by sleeping. God knows there isn't much of it when I'm awake.