Everythingwasbeautiful, andnothinghurt.

All I want is for someone to be there for me to fall back on, but thus far, nobody has been able to manage coping with me. Often it’s like nobody I know can understand me, mom just doesn’t get it. I can see she’s trying but it’s all hurting her, I’m a hindrance to her. There’ve been men that have tried but they haven’t succeeded. The people who understand the most have themselves to deal with, and there’s not always going to be someone there to fall asleep with, I’m not always going to be able to fall asleep soundly. There are always things on my mind, thoughts whirring around. People out there are always pushing me, shoving me. Then I’m left in a corner alone, dark and isolated. Nobody understands me like I do, and so often it seems nobody tries to. Professionals, yes, they do try, eventually, they’ll catch up with you, they might just manage to save me from you. Who are you? I don’t know but you’re fucking evil and I feel so much hatred towards you. (Continued…)