I don't want to be who I was back then...
I don't want to see through the eyes of a liar...
You will be okay. It's not that no one cares, it's just that everyone gets scared. No exceptions. I kind of feel like everything I say has been recycled. I'm not even bad news, I'm old news.. But that sounds like an invitation to a pity party.
"No really, I'm fine."
And I swear to God I really am. Today is just a bad day, which is expected on an anniversary of death.. It's kind of funny how just the smallest of decisions freak you out and make you want to go running.. Funny as in not that funny.
I feel awkward writing here now. I either write for myself in my journal, or I'm writing my stories from my characters point of view. Perhaps when I'm more awake I will think of something more poetic, or interesting even to write about.
