Lay there out in the cold bare and exposed with those thoughts running round your head and wondering who you really are, where you really fit. If you even fit in anywhere.
Who are you?
Why's it so hard for you to laugh with the rest and 'fit in?'
Happiness never comes to you.
You feel like your in a battle against own happiness and the bitter truth is you know you're loosing.
Life's harsh reality deems you to to unhappiness and anger. Anger and disgust within your self, never being able to find that inner peace and find a place where you can be happy. You choose to write down your feelings because you still don't understand yourself.
It's been a while now. Over the past few months a lot has happened but I still feel the same. I still feel lost and like I'm in this constant blur. The in-escapable tragedy of my own life. Drowning in my own sorry and tears. Burying myself deep within my own pitty and sadness. I'm sick of pretending but there's no one to talk to, no words to explain this feeling. This feeling or this lifestyle.
I thought I was happy but I was wrong.
