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09:41am | Apr 14, '06 |
Comments(2):chat: I dont know what it is. I always try to be nice to people, but why for once could someone be nice to me.
It makes me feel happy to help someone, but no one ever realizes that maybe I need help to. I dont know what it is.
I have friends, but sometimes it doesnt feel like they are my friends. The only time they ever seem to be interested in me is if it helps them feel better.
I always try to be positive, I really do try, and I lock my feelings because they're not worth it, and they build up, and once they reach a certain point, I loose it, and I cant keep my happiness and all my life there's been no one to hear these feelings.
I was brought up for men to be rough and proud, not to have hate and loneliness inside. I try to scream to let it all out, but it never makes me feel better; and I hate feeling this way, I know there are people who are worse off than me, but I just wish all the happy moments Ive had in my life werent so far apart... and as often than the