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The days are long, energy running thin. nothing to do, a dead feeling inside. not caring to have friends, i feel betrayed. where i once had none, it seems easier to live in such a way as not having friends. feeling used and unwanted i write this pointless crap. my favorite things to do, fallen away. music my only savior, the thing that gets me through the day. excuses made that make no sense, excuses made that have no expense. i feel unsure, of what? i try to figure this mystery out by myself. its easy to pretend to be happy when you have a family that buys you things that make you "happy" but at the end of the day does it really make a difference? we all have heard what we've wanted to hear at one point in time, but this sigh feeling still remains...
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