I am mad. I am mad at myself more than anything. To have gotten to where i am, i am so fucking mad. I wish i was a different person most days. Thats why i read so much. it gets me out of my life for alittle while so that i can be anybody. I dont even have to go anywhere to be someone else. I feel that i wear a mask so that people dont see who i really am. I hold too much inside and i feel like its time to get everything off my chest. This is the best way that i know how. This is my life, the real & true me! |