June 22nd, 2008 at 02:07am
I can really relate to your letters...especially the last two. I'm not that happy a lot of the time these days. I find myself only happy when I am no where near work of any kind, because of the stress and resentment I feel towards it. I feel like my future is bleak...and I'm terrified. Of failure, of unhappiness, of being alone in the end. I cry. And yet...I'm angry, not at anyone in particular (most of the time...) but at...Time. Nature. My life. Abstract things that tend to piss me off as if they were right infront of me, taunting me. I don't think about suicide because that would be letting this misery win. I will not let the misery win. And I don't see how other people could just bail on life; forfit from this duel with unhappiness. I think that may be what makes me happy. Being with friends and family, playing my guitars, listening to music, horse riding... it makes me smile. And gives me the satisfaction of knowing that the misery is losing its grip on me; losing this fight.
I feel like your letter summed up everything I feel, and left me saying:
I want to go home.
The last chapter hit me hard. I know how you feel because I act everyday also. I put a mask o for everyone so they never know how much im hurting. then when I break down they are al surprised and dont know how to react. That is why I try not to break down at all. I act everyday of my life.
I know what its like to want to scream out and get someones attention but when I do they dont listen.
Im listening because I understand. Im listening because I want to help