Sometimes I just feel like I'm alone in this world with nobody to understand me and nowhere to vent my frustration. I'm alone, the girl who tries to please all but is not accountable to herself. I know my life is better than most. But there are many things I need to say but I can't. I need to let it but that would be washing dirty linen in public. I need strength but am without a pillar. All this pent up frustration bottled in this small frame, will one day explode. or implode. It's no wonder I've changed, becoming one who is easy to anger. cold. reclusive.
no I'm not making excuses for myself.