08 January 2008

again, again, again, again.

God, I hate myself sometimes. A lot of the time. I hate myself for my unhappiness, that no matter where I am or what situation I'm in or who I'm with, there's a pain that clutches at my chest and tells me I'm trapped, I'm not in control, I'm unhappy, I'm wide open. I hate that I'm a book so easily read. I hate that I can't let down my guards and that I'm too much of a coward to do anything about my unhappiness.

I disgust myself. Don't pay any attention to me.

2 comments:

Miguel said...

really hard not to pay attention with a message like that.
chin up!

Ryeanna said...

Thanks, Miguel. I'm tryin'. *S*