I hate feeling empty. Such a lack of anything exciting or loving. An echo of loneliness, if you will. I wish I could go somewhere where nobody had to worry. They all had what they needed and all they had to do was accomplish what they wanted. I know, I know. It's impossible, right? I just can't help but think it is possible though...

It's hard to feel like you belong when so many people tell you you don't. And since when was it okay for your home to convert from a sancuary to a battlefield? America has got it all so wrong. Too bad I love too many people here.

Jesus, I can't even manage to have consistant lucid dreams. I feel amazing when I'm completely submerged in my head. Maybe I can find answers in there. If not at least I can use it as a break, right?

You know what I really need? I need someone I can talk to. Not someone who pretends to listen or someone who feels obligated to listen, someone who really wants to listen. Someone who cares what I'm thinking. Hell, they wouldn't have to do anything more than that. Just letting me get it out there makes me feel better. But I'm stuck. Stuck writing to nobody on a site that makes me faceless.

Just wish I was happy again...


"Please don't drive me home tonight. 'Cause I don't want to feel alone..."