Ever since I could remember I needed help, whether it was in doing a simple task or just to know that someone was there. But as I grew up I realised that it was socially unacceptable to beg for help, because you would just seem needy, and nobody wants that. So I resolved to something a bit more subtle; little hints here,little clues there. And yet nobody noticed, because we're all only the centre of our own little universes. And unless we speak out there is no guarantee that we will ever be heard or seen. However, it's a bit harder than just that, because after years of silence can you really be expected to be able to shout? And that describes me perfectly, for when I feel like saying something about my own problems my throat gets clogged up by guilt and selflessness. And never has selflessness tasted so bitter.
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I'm drowning(my rants)
RandomJust rants I wrote before, most of this no longer applies to me. Some rants may border poetry.
