The Journal That Nobody Cares About

But where would I begin anyways? Where I am is a dark, weird place. It's like I thought I could handle this. I thought I was good enough. I'm not, but I thought I was. It's like I was inside and it was raining outside. You know, when you can hear the steady patter of it on the roof and you can see the melancholy gray sky melting away into sad little tear drops. It's almost enchanting. There were so many others out there, playing, living there lives. I thought I could too. It had been raining for awhile and I thought: Well, the sun has to come out at some point, it has to. So I left the house, but once I got out there, there was nobody, the rain just started coming down harder and harder. So hard that I couldn't see. I was lost. I am lost