09/12/2009
I’ve reached that point of frustration/anxiety/sadness/melancholy where I just want to stay in bed, just lay here and pretend that it’s just me, just me, in this bed, surrounded by these walls, and nobody else is out there, nobody who I will hurt by being such a mess, and nobody to hurt me, even accidentally, because I’m irrational and fragile, whatever that means, and I want to be, but I don’t want to feel, because it’s all wrong, because I’m all wrong.
I know exactly how you feel. I’ve been there. It’s horrible and low and sometimes having a stranger to talk to helps, even if it’s just a little bit.
I felt like that a year ago, around this time. sad times, and it didnt end till like september of this year.
