...I feel like mostly everything I do is pointless.
Or more, I feel as if I have no connection to the things I do now days.
No direction, no purpose, I just do things.
I feel disconnected from life, from people, from the world.
I feel like an outsider, eavesdropping on a world that was never actually meant for me...
(Though, I'm sure, since I'm human, it kind of was meant for me...?)
Someone, please.
Just look at me once, look at me and care, look at me and want to hold my hand, tell me it'll be okay... I need a fucking rock.
I'm so tired of all these pebbles. I miss my rock. Rocks. Rocks. I like rocks.
I don't believe that Cameron actually liked me, even for a minute... not anymore. No more hope. Logan doesn't like me as anymore than a friend. I'm mostly sure of that now. Blarrrrrrrg.
Nobody asks why I look so God awfully depressed when I walk into the lounge - nope.
The lounge makes me so sad. I need to be away. Summer needs to come.
I miss my rock.
Rocks. They're good things.
~.~ @ life, yo.
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