I sit here at my computer as I do everyday. Day in and day out I sit here and wonder why? Why am I not out in the world where I once loved? Why am I letting myself defeat myself? No answers ever come to me and it angers me so. I lose myself in the storys I write and storys of those around me. I'm starting to wonder if i still have a sense of reality or if i have lost that along with everything else that is missing from my life right now.
I wonder if things will get better once i get a car again or move away. i don't know if i can or will ever fully recover from the past 6 months that i have been through. therapy, which i already needed, will pobably be needed more now then ever.
For now these words will be my therapy, the pen or i guess keyboard in this case will be my doctor and i suppose the sense of whatever happens from here on out will be the results.
on a separte note i got made fun of yesterday by my stepdad for not realizing that the hair style i'm thinking of getting is the same as Adam T. Siska's old style. how i didn't realize i don't know but i didn't.
it could look cool though
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