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I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Everything that I’ve used to know and come to know all seem so distant and different. Maybe it’s just my imagination, maybe it’s not?

Maybe it’s just the desire that I have that’s causing this. Maybe… Maybe… Maybe… Why are there so many “maybe”s? Why can’t I make up my bloody mind?!

I’ve always wanted people around me to smile, but in the process of helping others, I’ve neglected myself and left myself in such a ditch, I want others to care but I’m just afraid to reach out for help…

I’m not shy, I’m just too big of an ego to ask for help… The problem lies in me, no one else is to blame. Though someone who I can talk to would be nice…

There used to be someone like that, I shared alot with her, but I guess jealousy took over when she had a boyfriend, I’m not afraid to say that I like her but what’s the point? She’s way out of my league, just like everyone else…

Everyone’s so much better than I am, sometimes I don’t even bother myself with it anymore, I just wanna leave it all behind and start over… If only it was that easy…