Everything's got to me recently and I've been br r r r rrrrrr r r r eaking. A couple of harsh words from a 'friend' pushed me back to my old persona and things have always been better. I don't know what to do. I just want to scream and scream and scream and scream and not know anything. I want to be alone and I want to be surrounded. I always feel alone. I always. I don't know. I want to be me, but when I do, people shout at me and don't like it. I can't always be happy, but people can't seem to understand it. I go through a lot. At home, in public. Everywhere. And sometimes I just can't take all this strain anymore? So I act. It's what I do. And I don't care if anyone reads anything I'm writing anymore because I find it so hard to care about ANYTHING anymore because everything lets you down. Everything gets you back. Someone just.. destroys everything you knew andddddddd i've lost my train of thought because tony just called me.


no questions asked; by now I thought that people were used to me, being me.