how is it that after everything that's happened, i still feel so utterly alone? i'm still right here, in front of this damn computer, spilling my heart and soul into a machine. because i can't seem to find anyone who cares enough to be there for me when i need them.
perhaps mr. i hate led zep was right. perhaps this is some sort of bipolar disease. perhaps all i'll ever know is this lonliness...this empty air that surrounds me always. because even with great friends and a boyfriend who's supposedly in love with me, i'm still surrounded by the depressing music i download and the sunlight through the window because it's only 4 p.m. and i've already began my crying spree for the day.
"sadness is almost always a form of fatigue." great words from some guy named andre something or other. he's so right it's almost funny. because i am so tired of this. of being right here...always surrounded by people when everything's fine and then suddenly abandoned when something goes wrong.
i guess i should be thankful, though. it's nice to know that some things will never ever change, isn't it?
