Stuck on survive
I am really lonely, but scared to death of ever being in another relationship. I just want someone to care about me. It just seems like when you talk to other people they just don’t really care…they are just waiting for their turn to talk. I want someone to want me. To care about what happened with me.
My awareness level is too high. Sometimes I wish I was just a blissfull idiot who just didn’t always care about what other people thought. I can’t change it, though. I’m fucking hard-wired this way.
I just want to be happy. Sometimes I wonder if that is really possible. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, right? I feel like that is the pursuit of the unobtainable.
Happiness is a long way from survival.
