I don't really have much to say. I'm sure nobody will read this, or even really care. I've reached a point in my life wheer I'm suddenly not too sure of who I am anymore.

I'm growing weary of the soft depressiong that seems to drag me down every few months, rendering me so unstable that I can't trust myself. The sudden rush of emotion that will make me burst into tears without knowing why I'm so upset. Bursting with rage at the people I care about.

I've been feeling paranoid about what people are doing. About how they feel about me. I'm a little concerned that maybe something is wrong.

It all sounds terribly emo I'm sure, I am aware of that. I just know that the throbbing numb pain in my head hasn't gone away for a while. I don't sleep enough. I find myself at a strange place.

I'm not interested in creating. I feel like I'd rather sleep my days away. My only interest is in the people around me and how they seem so easily to have forgotten me. I find it strange that the only way I can express this, is in a journal, that nobody will ever read.

I've been crying alot lately. Lying alot lately.

I'm such a burden. I wish I wasn't. I'm writing this in the knowladge that nobdy will read this or take it seriously. But Deep down.

I wish you'd answer.