Seriously, Its all so fucking pointless. I've rode the storm all I can, and theres no fight left in me to hang on anymore on my own. It's coming to an end shortly now. I am yet again, alone in all things, and theres not really much I can do anymore.
There might be but I don't know if I can, I dont know if I am wanted to do anything anymore.
I sitting here alone, typing about being alone, to a blog no-one reads. Can it really get any more lonley than this?
I'm going to explode if I don't get out. I'm just going to lose it. Banging my head off a brick wall trying to connect, trying to explain, trying to just GET IT THROUGH. Nothing seems to be working anymore and I don't know what I'm doing wrong, or right. I don't know which way is up. I'm being made to jump through hoops for no reward.
I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm past bravado, I'm past anger and I'm past depair. I have now officially reached Lost. Population 1.
1 comment:
I read, love. I can't say anything that's going to make a difference, but I'm here and I'm thinking of you.
Have you got plans for the bells? I'm having folk up here if you fancy it, I've asked Kat & Steve too so there'll be other folk that you know.
xx
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