I Alone
So this is probably just the depression talking, but I'm having a down day, so whatever. My life is a joke. A lie. A big game of pretend. I worry entirely too much about what others think/may think of me. The "real" me would shock and awe everyone I know. (more emphasis on shock, and the bad sort of awe).
I just don't fit in anywhere. I don't fit in at work. I don't fit in my family. I dont even fit in my marriage.
Dear god, everything would be so much better if I could just be content with life. But I'm not.
I just don't fit in anywhere. I don't fit in at work. I don't fit in my family. I dont even fit in my marriage.
Dear god, everything would be so much better if I could just be content with life. But I'm not.